Pure

Photo by K.Schlenker

Photo by K.Schlenker

Pure. 

When I ponder on the word “Pure”, I see in my mind’s eye newborn babies, puppies, bunnies, anything new , fresh and untainted as yet by the process of growing up and learning how to “Adult”.

There are those we come in contact with in our lifetime, who are “pure-hearted”; those without guile, ulterior motive, or conditions for their love. These are the ones who seem to transform and lift our own wounded and tainted hearts just by their presence. My husband is one of these rare individuals, and I am forever grateful for his presence in my life. His unconditional love is a soothing balm to my soul (also he looks really good in jeans…but I digress).

Whenever we get to cuddle a newborn baby, or let a pile of new puppies crawl all over us (something we all should try to experience at least once in our lifetime, in my opinion), it is almost as if we experience some of that “newness” and beauty for ourselves. The simple act of touching or snuggling those who have not yet learned how to hate, to judge, to harbour bitterness and unforgiveness…this is almost a magical thing.

What happens to us that we lose that sense of innocence?

I can recall being a small child and for the first time in my life becoming aware that the entire Universe was not my friend, and people can be hurtful, mean, and deceitful. I was about 3 or 4 years old (the only reason I know this is  because my Mum tells me).

One day some older children came over  from across the court,and wanted to play with me and see my toys. All seemed to go well. The next day, one of the older ones brought me a beautiful butterfly in one of those plastic bug houses we used to have as kids to catch and watch bugs. She said, “Here I brought you a present. It’s a butterfly.” I was over the moon. I asked her why it wasn’t moving. She said categorically and with great authority: “Oh it’s just sleeping. It will wake up later”.

I was so happy to have made a new friend, and here she had brought me a gift! My little heart was soaring!

Over the next few hours, I watched my butterfly with great curiosity, waiting for it to wake up. I watched. I watched some more. I put some little bits of sugar in the container as I thought maybe it was hungry. Nothing. Happened. Ever.

I finally went and asked my Mum, and she said to me: “Oh, hunny, I think it’s dead..it is not sleeping, and I don’t think it is going to wake up.”

This was the pinnacle moment when I first understood that the world is not all Happy-Land and Unicorns.

What I have learned:

  • I may be hurt by people whom I consider to be friends, but I can choose not to let that hurt define me.
  • That there are people who simply do not have the “tools in their emotional toolbox “to be what I need them or want them to be. Their story may be one of great sorrow and disappointment. If they hurt me, they must have seen great hurt. Or, the possibility exists that they are just jerks 🙂
  • I have learned to be wise in whom I choose to be in my company, and still that is not a guarantee that I will not be hurt. However, learning to be discerning is helpful.
  • I have learned that holding a baby, and looking into their guileless eyes and seeing that soft trust, somehow shows my crusty “adult” heart what Purity looks like; and I NEED that. In spite of the fact that having a baby of my own was not one of the Gifts I was to be given, opening my heart to little ones is important.
  • I have learned that letting a warm furry pile of squirming puppies lick and crawl all over me chewing my hair and shoelaces, squeaking for all the world like this is the BEST thing EVER for them – This is a joy quite unparalleled. Little do they realize, that a piece of my Soul opens itself up to Joy, Beauty, Love and Purity when I allow myself to connect with those little furbabes.
  • I have learned that to be hugged and to be the hugger, is LIFE-giving, and takes me back to that feeling of simplicity and Purity that I once had, and can still feel.
  • I have learned that I must put myself on a very slow drip of News stories and Social Media. In order to keep up with current events I do read the News, however, I know when my sensitive soul has had enough of the Daily Journalistic Parade of Greed, Hubris, Hatred, Abuse and the many examples of H.B.B. (Humans Behaving Badly). I pull the plug before it eats me alive. Too much immersion in the News can make me feel like I need to take a shower.

How do you seek out the things that bring you back to that time of simple pleasures? How do you feed your soul in things that halt that daily barrage of craziness we are subjected to in social media and the News? What do you find purity in?

 

 

 

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  3 comments for “Pure

  1. June 25, 2016 at 3:27 pm

    A beautiful expression of the gift of “purity”…..as it exudes from your heart through life experiences that you so freely shared. Thank you for sharing . Very reflective thoughts for readers.

  2. Julie
    July 24, 2016 at 7:16 am

    I love that so much,
    You have a way with words that connects to the soul.
    Thank you my friend!

    • July 31, 2016 at 8:01 am

      Sorry so late in responding! Thank you so much Julie for your comment and thoughts. 🙂 I am so glad if this post resonates with you. It is always my hope that someone can relate and have a “Yes” moment in their soul.

I would love to hear your thoughts!

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