Post Office

Someone once said this to me: Don’t go to the post office for milk.

At the time it made me laugh, but there is a deeper wisdom hidden in this simple saying.

Ever tell someone something you are truly excited about, only to receive negativity and naysaying?

Have you ever shared something dear to your heart, only to be met with a blank stare?

Did you ever want to be understood? Or receive a different response? Or feel received?

And then have the opposite experience?

It’s not a great feeling. And what I have learned over the years is that if I have this experience it is because I am going to the post office for milk. I am looking for something in a place where it is just not available.

When I see it from this perspective, it is much easier for me to not take it personally if I get a response that is less than enthusiastic, or negative, or completely opposite of what I was intending to share and experience with that person.

I have many wonderful and thoughtful people in my life (for which I am very grateful). Some of those amazing people are able to resonate with certain things that I share. Then there are other things I may share, and even though they love me dearly, they simply do not get it. It is not something they understand or resonate with or have a deep interest in like I do, and that is totally okay. We are all different and that’s what makes it interesting to connect with each other.

If I share with someone again and again, and they simply react with negative energy, then I stop going to that person for feedback. Simple as that. I do not go to the post office expecting to get groceries. They just do not have that there.

My heart resounds with deep gratitude for those whom I experience deep resonance with, even within our differences.  Each person prays in their own way. Some do not even see it as prayer.

I choose to see each being as a living prayer on this planet, walking their journey in their own sacred way, regardless of whether or not I understand.

At the same time, I will not seek from my brother or sister whose prayers are of the post office, to bestow upon me the prayers of the grocery store.