My Imperfection
In my nearly perfect imperfection I have found a marvelous gift.
I have become acutely aware of the magnificence of the perfection that I see in the ever changing vistas each day, and night. This magnificence reminds me that as student of my Mide’wiian faith, I was taught that I am created in our Maker’s image. Not of flesh, but of that which I envision as my Creator, all knowledge, power, wisdom, and infinite patience.
I am told it is my job to seek that perfect balance of creation, in everything Kiji Manito has provided for us. I am ever mindful that We are but the very last thought of creation, and I take that as a sign that all that things preceding we two-leggeds, having been made by the Great Black Mystery are as important, or of more importance than mankind.
I believe that G-D doesn’t make junk… we do! We are given perfection to study, understand and grow closer to the fullness that we need to be at our passing. Junking the good works of our Maker seems to be not a very good idea.
In this place I have been gifted, I am moved by passion to fill the pot of life I was given when I was born. Envision a large clay vessel with a stick resting the full depth, from top to bottom. In this pot pours everything I do each day… the good, bad and indifferent. At eventide, the bad settle to the bottom, the good effervesces to the top layer, and the middling are just that… in the middle. The smart person will at days end, touch top layer of the new muck at the bottom, and break off the stick lever at the rim. This way the bad cannot be relived by stirring the pot, only the good and indifferent.
In doing so one may just be able to grasp a bit of the goodness that is the perfection we are want to acquire. We do this to be as one with that impeccable unblemished Place that is Our Creator.
Achieving perfection is not our goal. Trying to become more perfect with that Gift is our job.
In my upcoming book, “Within the Medicine Lodge,” I will open the doors to the Lodge where I will share all I have been gifted by my Elders… everything except the “secret handshake.” Drop me an email if you want to reserve a copy. Thanks to all for your wonderful support.
