From the moment we are born our instincts for survival kick in-when allowed. Had we been left alone at birth we would have kicked and crawled and cried our way up our mama’s abdomen-keeping ourselves warm and alive-until we found our mother’s breast. I’m increasingly curious about what appears to be the rescue, escape, and distraction that we cling to so strongly in order to escape the instinct for survival.
What if we saw our daily work from the lens of very serious daily survival? Just as a baby crawls it’s way to his mama’s breast to find that deep satisfaction his first milk-what if we were willing to work that hard-every day-knowing that our effort provides the pathway to survival: water, food, shelter.
I felt most alive during the most challenging of life experiences. While I surrendered to the natural process of birth the people around me held space as I suffered-and eventually, over time-a baby was born. The same is true as I held space for my dad who was dying from cancer. I didn’t save him, but I did hold space for him to have the most dignified and natural entrance to his enteral life possible. In both situations, no one was stepping in to rescue or distract-rather, the focus was on letting go as the most basic, natural process our bodies were created for took over.
What if we wake up every day acutely aware that how we spend our time, the ways we balance acquiring more with using what we have now, and serving those right here in front of us are of the most importance? The realization that there are no pills to fix us, no rules to protect us. What we really need is to wake up every morning living such authentic lives that we know deep down to our core that what we eat, how we treat one another, what we prioritize is what makes our lives and benefits those we love the most.