Peeling Away the Layers – Life Lessons from an Onion

Like the tough outer layer of an onion, so the message received that “my” tough layer has been removed.  A gentle promise is received that says, like peeling an onion, though the tough layer is gone, there are still the less tough inner layers.  They will not be quite as difficult but because they are what they are, there will still be some tear shedding but perhaps not as long or as much.

An onion is what it is.  Discovering your self is what it is.  It is not complicated – unless you wish it to be.  Having learned how to properly peel away the layers you are learning that resistance only makes it more difficult, causes more tears and sorrow.

Learn from the onion.  The more you resist, the longer it takes and the more painful it can be. Do not resist.  The worst is over.

It hasn’t been easy, but is anything worthwhile easy; handed to you on a silver platter?  Okay, some times you do get things on a silver platter, but how long do you value them?  Personally speaking, if I’ve had to work my butt off to get something, I seem to appreciate it just a little bit more and a little bit longer.

A sigh has escaped my lips, a tear touches my cheek, a sense of relief lightens the yesterdays that once lay heavy upon me.

My head looks up from the keyboard this moment and gazing out the window, I know the winds are strong for the lake ripples with white caps and the clouds aren’t floating by, they are whirling by overhead.  Somewhere far below the newly budding trees are swaying in the wind, deeply rooted and going with the flow of the wind.  It can’t be called a breeze; it is rattling the windows of my apartment.  Yet I imagine the baby buds on the trees; gently attached and resting on the twigs of branches – possibly laughing and gigling at the winds as they tickle through them.

The innocence and trust of nature.  If those new baby buds struggled even half the amount I have struggled and resisted, they would have choked the very life out of the branches that support them.

I am slow.  I am learning.  I am alive.  I am Living (with a capital “L”).

Why is it that I seem to have to learn things the hard way?  I guess that’s just my nature and the Creator knew I had a tough and resilient skin and that I wouldn’t collapse and throw my hands up in the air and say, “I quit!”  He may have known that, but I sure didn’t.  A gift received in all of this, that I only just realized as I keyed these last words.

The words of a song that say, “No more tears, left to cry…”, have been popping in and out of my head over the last however many days, weeks or months.  For me they aren’t true.  I know as long as I am alive there will be tears left to cry.  This is a good thing.

Namaste my brothers and sisters, Namaste.