The opposite of daanam (giving) is grahanam. Receiving. A
dear friend told me about this recently, when I visited her. It jolted
me.
Receiving, and gracefully, is as important as its opposite. It completes the
circle. For someone for whom giving is just a way of life, a reflex action, not even requiring
thought or reflection, receiving has always been hard. It had to be
learnt.
Because for that one must truly believe one is worthy of love, despite all evidence to the contrary. Hold the hand offered to lift you up, with gratitude, even if you can climb up yourself. Accept the gift of shelter, without apology. Pick up the phone and say, this time, yes, I would like someone to come with me to the hospital.
And know that the circle is completing. Everything you gave away is coming back. And you must not stem that flow. You must allow the universe to restore balance. You must bow down and open your hands.
“… because who can look in the mirror for three minutes
and say I love you, I love you, I love you
without bursting into tears over all the ways
we have not loved ourselves.”
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Because for that one must tear down the walls, brick by brick.
Lie down, let go, and notice how the earth is supporting you always, as my dear yoga teacher tells me, again and again. Break, so the light will come in through the cracks. Look at the beautifully adorned stone gods in the temple and say, “Here it is, my life, let your will prevail”. Add “Insha Allah” to everything you claim to do, every plan you make, so meticulously, nothing left to chance.
“Be Ground.
Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you
are.
You have been stony for too many years
Try something different.
Surrender.”
Jelaluddin Rumi
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Because for that one must encounter the opposite, the other
side, have the things you believed in turned on their heads. To see that the reverse
is just the other half of the story you could never see, the knowledge that you had to grow humble enough to receive. To know that age comes to you with gifts like
nothing you ever imagined, if you are not busy trying to hold on to youth.
"…And most importantly let them believe in themselves
Let them be helpless like children.
Because weakness is a great thing
And strength is nothing.
When a man is just born,
He is weak and flexible
When he dies, he is hard and insensitive.
When a tree is growing,
It is tender and pliant
But when it is dry and hard, it dies.
Hardness and strength are death's companions.
Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being
Because what has hardened will never win…"
The Stalker's prayer at the well, before he takes the two men into the Zone.
from the film 'The
Stalker'
Andrei Tarkovsky

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