Every night when I come home, I notice in the lamp near the entrance, a commune of spiders. In their complex web are mosquitoes. On one particular night, I watch a mosquito struggling in the net and I feel so hurt for it. I realize that I love the spider and I love the mosquito and I am left with questions. This mosquito is no less divine than I am, so why do I get to live and the mosquito gets to die? As much as I can recognize that there is some karmic agreement between both the mosquito and the spider that is creating this dynamic, it is hard to see that as the mosquitoe attempts to untangle itself.

When I look at the situation from my center, my highest self, I can see it and trust the divine is present –even in that-and I don’t have to feel guilty for living. I can bless the mosquito and the spider for the journey, the sacred dance they are co-creating together.

When I am not in my center, I see the perfection in it. One night I untangled a mosquito from the spider web, because I could not bear it. The mosquito did not fly away, in fact quite the contrary; it fell a few feet below the web itself. It was clear that it was just a matter of time before the mosquito was going to fly back up into the web again. I merely had delayed was was inevitable to take place.

The spider quickly hid itself and I apologized to both of them. I knew in that moment, that I did not know to what end this scenario served. I began to ask more and more, what other areas in my life was I attempting to fix, because of the unbearable lightness of being with what is? Where else do I not trust the sacred dance? Where else do I close my eyes to the divine?

Then I can see the perfection in it, because it presented me with the opportunities for questions and I know that in the question is my healing.