Accepting

I'm sharing  a story from one of my favourite teachers Danielle La Porte- enjoy!

We do it for “love,” we do it for spirituality, we do it to polish our halos. We do it because some relationship books tell us to. We do it to look good.

We become more … accepting.

You KNOW I’m all for Love. The unbridled kind. The pure, bright Love that melts it all to rapturous clarity. That. And… I want to Love with my eyes open — eyes on my self worth, eyes on my dignity, eyes on what I deserve.

So I’m way less “accepting” of… way less. If I seem less tolerant, it’s because I am. It may look “less loving” on the outside, but my love of life and all the people in my life runs deeper than ever — and I express my love more freely than I did when I used to put up with more crap than I do.

What are you “accepting” right now because it’s the ethical thing to do, or the harmonious way to go? Ethics, harmony, real love — so divine. So much goodness can go in the “healthy acceptance” category. But…What on your “tolerance list” is lifting your life up, vs. what’s weighing it down? What occasions of acceptance are expanding your being with love, vs. what’s making you quietly resentful? When do you feel freedom rush in because you’re accepting the way someone/something is, and when do you feel muffled? Love is a great complexity so it’s not always that black or white, but sometimes it is. Go there.

There’s the now legendary story of Maya Angleou’s dinner party. A guest that she had invited made a racist joke. She asked him to leave. Unacceptable.

Here’s the spiritual bottom-line: Take less shit. 

You want to be ethical and loving and harmonious? Love you and love your values of love. Revere your heart. Change the world by most excellently respecting your own ideals.

Raise your standards and the universe will meet you there.