Mantra For The Day – For Accepting Life On Life’s Terms

Lately it really seems as if I’ve been struggling quite a bit with accepting life on life’s terms. I first began noticing this several weeks ago when I tried to safely remove all the neighborhood squirrels that were digging up my nicely manicured lawn. Then as the leaves started to fall not too long after, I found myself out there picking them up one by one and getting frustrated in the process as more just continued to come down around me. But this struggle for accepting life on life’s terms hasn’t been isolated to only my yard related obsessions. I’ve also observed this inner struggle with acceptance manifesting itself through a rise in controlling behaviors towards my partner and a few of my friends. Most of the time though, this struggle for accepting life on life’s terms seems to surround the current state of my health, as it’s not where I want it to be. But regardless of where this struggle has been on any given day, I decided it was time for me to do something about it. So I’ve added a new daily mantra that could help me begin accepting life on life’s terms. I’m grateful to my polarity practitioner and friend named Caryn who shared this simple affirmation with me, as I know it will truly help me to spiritually grow in an area I still have some work to do within…

“I trust that all is how it should be and is for my highest and my best.”

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

It Really Is Ok To Cry!

Did you ever have anyone tell you when you were growing up that you shouldn’t cry? Or if you happen to be a guy who’s reading this, were you taught that grown men don’t cry? If you answered yes to either of these questions, then you’re not alone as I did as well. But I’m here to tell you that I sobbed in a parking lot at the mall a couple of days ago and I’m not ashamed of it either because I’ve learned on my spiritual journey that it really is ok to cry.

It’s truly sad how many people grow up believing that it’s not ok to show this type of emotional response. In my case, I can remember being bullied by some kids in the neighborhood so much so that I came home one day gushing in tears. When my mother saw me in that state of duress, she told me to stop crying and that I needed to toughen up. It wasn’t too long after this that she enrolled me in Tae Kwon Do classes mostly because she didn’t want me to be a big baby. So can you guess what happened to me the next time I was bullied? I got angry and punched a kid in the face instead, breaking my hand in the process. And from that point forward anger started becoming my go to emotion instead of tears.

Over the years it became harder and harder for me to get in touch with those tears the more I lived in that anger. Sure I got weepy during many drunken binges for all the years I was an active alcoholic. But after becoming clean and sober, it took an incredible amount of pain for me to get in touch with the emotions that produced my tears. Often, it just seemed like my eyes were a dried up well.

Take for example when my father died from suicide. I remember my sister asking me at his funeral if I was ok because I wasn’t expressing myself through any tears. In fact, almost three years went by after his death before I even opened up about it and cried and that actually took me going away on a spiritual retreat for it to happen. The same thing held true when my mother tragically died, except in her case I stayed angry for almost double the time I did over my father’s death until I was able to cry.

There have been many other painful moments in my life as well where I haven’t been able to elicit even a single tear. But thankfully, my 12 Step recovery work helped me to draw much closer to God who in turn showed me that it really is ok to cry, especially given how beneficial crying is in the healing process. I always feel so much better after my tears are shed and I believe the reason for that relates to the energy that’s released when it happens. When I finally found the tears over my father’s passing after all those years, it was as if each one was a release of the anger I had held onto for so long. That’s why I became so grateful when I found recovery because I started to find the waterworks on a regular basis and I know that helped me to heal much of my past anger. But lately though I seem to be struggling again with being able to cry with any regularity and that’s been frustrating me quite a bit. With all the heightened physical pains I’ve been enduring for as long as I have, I’ve desperately wanted to cry on more days than not hoping it might help ease some of my discomfort. Alas, that hasn’t been able to happen at all in the past six months or so, at least not until the other day that is.

I honestly don’t know why my tears were finally able to manifest after so many months of absence, but I’m extremely thankful they did. There is something I noticed though as I sat there in my front seat bawling my eyes out. I kept on looking out my window wondering if anyone was going to walk by and see me in shambles. I know that action alone says there’s still a part of me afraid to show my tears, especially in front of others.

So it’s obvious I still have a little more work to do to counteract some negative childhood programming that relates to me showing my tears. Hopefully over time though God will continue to help me become less and less afraid to display this emotional response because I know how crucial that is to my health and healing. In the meantime, I will continue to remind myself what I’ve learned on my spiritual journey so far in life, which is that it really is ok for me to cry, even if I may be one of those grown men…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Looking Beneath The Surface In Bill Murray’s “St. Vincent”

Are you the type of individual who normally judges someone at face value? Normally I’m not these days, but when I think of Bill Murray as an actor, my first thoughts usually aren’t of someone who takes on an overly dramatic role in a movie. Oddly enough, that’s exactly the type of part he played in his latest venture, “St. Vincent”, which proved to be quite a rewarding departure from all the other iconic characters he’s played over the years. And ironically, this movie became a great reminder of why I should never judge someone at face value, because often there’s so much more depth hiding beneath every person’s surface.

My truth is that I used to judge most people at face value for years instead of looking for any depth beneath their surface. In Bill Murray’s case, I always pegged him as a hysterically humorous actor and not much more because of the roles he frequently played in movies such as Ghostbusters, Groundhog Day, What About Bob, and Caddyshack, the first three of which are actually personal favorites. But like most actors and actresses attempt to do as their careers evolve, Murray slowly began taking on slightly more serious parts over the years. Maybe all of them have been leading up to his role in St. Vincent, as it’s this movie that truly portrays his depth is far deeper than just a comedian on screen, much like Tom Hanks and Robin Williams were able to demonstrate along the way in their own acting careers.

In Murray’s latest film, he plays a man named Vincent who by all appearances is a completely disheveled, selfish, conniving drunkard and nothing more. And that’s precisely what his new neighbors (Maggie, played by Melissa McCarthy, and Oliver, played by Jaeden Lieberher) see right off the bat when their moving company accidentally damages Vincent’s old convertible upon arrival. We soon learn after this that Maggie has to work long hours to support her son, which in turn leaves Oliver to figure out life much on his own. As fate normally seems to intertwine two people together who are meant to learn lessons from each other, Oliver is brought into Vincent’s life the very next day when a bully at school ends up stealing some of his possessions, which included the keys to his home. Forced to babysit someone who’s obviously not a baby at all, Vincent does his most dysfunctional best to take care of Oliver until his mother can come home from work. From the very moment Oliver walks into Vincent’s home that afternoon, he does as many children would regularly do. He starts looking for the best in Vincent regardless of the first impression he made the prior day. And while Maggie and the rest of the world throughout most of the movie fail to see Vincent for anything more than what he shows at face value, Oliver is the only one who takes the time to see the gold that truly lies beneath Vincent’s very surface.

Being in recovery from addiction, I frequently have come across a wide variety of personalities, some very much like Vincent himself. But through my spiritual work, I’ve come to embrace the childlike side of me enough so that I can look at others just like Oliver was able to do with Vincent in this film. This in turn has helped me to look beneath the surface time and time again with various individuals who are often passed over and ignored because of how they usually present themselves at face value. In every case when I have, I’ve always found the treasure of one’s heart and soul present in some fashion or another.

The real irony here though is that at one point in time, I was actually no different than Vincent in how the rest of the world perceived me. I was a selfish, self-centered, dry drunk who did everything possible to keep everyone as far away as I could from my heart. But God always saw fit to bring individuals with the personality of Oliver into my life exactly when I needed it, to show me the gold that was waiting to be seen just beneath my own surface.

So I want to offer my sincere gratitude to Bill Murray for starring in the movie St. Vincent, as he reminded me not once, but twice on why I should always look beneath the surface and never take anyone at face value. Not only did he show his incredible aptitude to handle an overly dramatic role such as this, his role as Vincent clearly demonstrated the depth that’s usually hiding beneath every person’s surface, including my own…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson