(Note: I wrote this just before COVID 19 crippled our worlds. At this point I think it speaks to what many are feeling. Like almost everyone, I’m looking toward the warmer weather and sunshine to recharge my solar self. Now, if only this virus would let us be.)
Running on empty. Know the feeling? It is as if life has gone flat – so slowly, without you even noticing that it has. Nothing heavy or dark going on, just…nothing. More a case of the blahs. Nothing is happening and you do not care. It feels like there is no energy to do anything except pass time (I almost wrote “gas!”).
I have been there many times, but fortunately never for long. Not a place to panic, though, since the feeling is not usually about anything critical. As I said, it is about nothing, nothing at all. Sort of like that little place between breaths that every breath needs. A kind of stasis – that moment between coming and going, between staying upright and falling.
Maybe we need that feeling, too, to help us realize every so often just how powerful the spirit part of us is. If breath is life sustaining, so is the spirit. That running-on-empty feeling helps us not to take the spirit for granted, to appreciate its gifts and to take better care of the deeper parts of self.
After all, isn’t it the nothing parts of self that tell us what we need, what we should be about? Although the something parts may be in place, it is what we are not that keeps us restless – and growing, once we are able to hear what the blahs have to tell us.
We are human: we tire, age, worry, need to pace ourselves, laugh about life, take it easy, catch our breath, and be grateful even for the empty moments of the blahs. The silence of “flat” deserves attention, even if it’s simply acceptance.
After all, there’s faith – our ”soul-ar” energy – that tells us “This, too, shall pass.”