Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listen
to the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas,
how peeling potatoes can be a form of prayer. She took
questions on how not to feel lost in the dark.
After lunch she distributed worksheets
that covered ways to remember your grandfather’s
voice. Then the class discussed falling asleep
without feeling you had forgotten to do something else—
something important—and how to believe
the house you wake in is your home. This prompted
Mrs. Nelson to draw a chalkboard diagram detailing
how to chant the Psalms during cigarette breaks,
and how not to squirm for sound when your own thoughts
are all you hear; also, that you have enough.
The English lesson was that I am
is a complete sentence.
And just before the afternoon bell, she made the math equation
look easy. The one that proves that hundreds of questions,
and feeling cold, and all those nights spent looking
for whatever it was you lost, and one person
add up to something.
From Brad Aaron Modlin's book Everyone At This Party Has Two Names.
SEED QUESTIONS FOR REFLECTION: How do you relate to 'I am' being a complete sentence? Can you share a personal story of a time you felt wholeness in your experience? What helps you remember that you have enough, and that you are enough?
'I am' my True Self, ounce of the Divine! I feel Love and Wholesome. I get there by 'no mind', 'no thoughts', by being 'here and now'! Namaste.
Reflecting on "I am" reminds us that we are complete in ourselves and need not look elsewhere for happiness... The Sanskrit mantra "So ham" meaning "I am that" takes it to the next level of contemplation beyond the "I ness" into universal unity.
One person, confirmining my asking One Person that I need one person to know that I am a person ... Was proof to me "The I Am" really is ... And indeed, hears my prayer. I feel whole and alive in Him. (Knowing he, on earth, is a gift from God!). Amen
I am is all we need to be. After all we are human beings. So I am = being a human being. <3
I have "enough" tattooed on my right wrist, it serves as a daily reminder that I am enough. You are enough. Each of us is enough simple for being. Or I am. <3
I felt this today at church. The woman next to me started crying, I sent her thoughts of love and care and then I stooped down to reach for tissues out of her reach, I gently placed the tissue on her lap and gently patted her shoulder while sending more thoughts. I cannot explain it entirely, but my heart felt so full of love and connection in that moment. I couldn't fix anything for her, but I could be present. I could BE present <3 I am. You are. We are. Enough. <3