I once knew a woman who could eat just one bite of a dessert. I don’t know how she did it, but she could take one fork-full of cheesecake or chocolate layer cake and walk away from the rest. All she needed was a taste. She’s my hero.
Right now we have no idea how valuable our goal really is. These next lessons focus on just flashes at a time, a taste of the Kingdom to make us want the rest. And with our defenses up, all the good things outside the castle walls remain outside. We’re going to venture out, one toe at a time, until we learn to trust the world. Until we learn to trust our brothers.
Until we learn to trust ourselves. I’ve seen many bad breakups, listened to many sad stories, and what I’ve found to be true of the shock and the anger and the sadness is: You no longer trust your own judgment. You were so wrong about the perfect person, job or project. You’re really steamed to have been caught off guard, and terrified to listen to your own instincts again. Nobody put you in danger but yourself.
Trusting our brothers and trusting ourselves are all knotted up in one weighty, trustworthy issue. We can’t see them or ourselves truly. So relationships are where we’ll do our learning, one moment to the next, to the next. Start over again with each new step, a clean slate with every breath, because it’s all just perception anyway. And that’s what we have to learn: The Moment. Then there is no trust or mistrust, no brother and no self. And if there’s only this very moment, then one bite of cheesecake is all there ever is. Lesson 181.