Too Good to be True

Interesting phrase, isn’t it? We’ve taken to being surprised when good things happen. And not only that, within this expression there is an implied fear that even if the goodness has managed to cast its light beyond the inner and outer boundaries of human expectation, it will not last.

I notice that I start to become a little nervous when day after day life seems to be going so well. When will the other shoe drop? That’s another one! (I’ll have to do a search on the origin of that phrase sometime.)

When I begin to feel anxiety, it takes but a moment of sitting down and speaking my feelings aloud to come to the realization that I have yet again popped out of the present moment experience – back into the past, or ahead into the future. I don’t know about you, but I find that the past and the future for me is mostly about thought, ideas, concepts – things that we were told or conditioned to believe to be true and then indubitably accept as our foundation for Earth life. And built upon these pre-fabricated underpinnings are so many added layers of conforming architecture that we ourselves have lost sight of the sacred, innocent being we have housed within.

Therefore, when a larger feeling of Goodness blesses us, one that we have not heretofore known in our earthly experience, it falls into the too-good-to-be-true-based-on-what-I-know-from-the-past, or the what-I-can-imagine-is-possible-for-the-future category. Sadly, under these circumstances we have a tendency to disregard it or send it away – sorry, no room at the inn.

In my experience I have found that the past and future ideas that I entertain are actually the opposite of ‘good or true’ for my well being-ness. Yet that’s where I see most of us spending our time. It’s different when we’re children. I recall a time when I was blissfully playing or creating in the moment with no need to check into the past or future to make comparisons or to assure myself that I was ‘on track’ or ‘doing it right’. In addition, during this brief anomaly of human experience, I had no need for outside approval of my creations. Remember that? There was actually a time when we didn’t even need mom or dad to applaud our crayon or finger-paint masterpieces, or to languish praise over yet another exquisite design of a Lego-land palace. Somewhere along the line though, we started to look up and over to our parents, grandparents or siblings, for some sort of acknowledgment that we ‘got it right’, or that it was ‘good’. For the life of me I can’t remember the exact age, where I was living, or even which family dog slept peacefully nearby, but one day it just wasn’t enough that I was in love with my wondrous creations, as well as myself.

Thankfully, this morning I was able to pop back in to the present. I’m so grateful for the guidance that I receive along the way, in my circular journey to innocence, the present-moment, and truth. It is here that I not only remember the purity of that delightful being housed within, I am able to embrace and welcome her into my everyday life. I love her, and I do learn so much from her while I am able to sustain these relatively short and intermittent bursts of lucidity.

So now I work on catching myself before I blurt out a knee-jerk cynical phrase like “too good to be true”. And when I do catch it, I simply revise it to, “It’s good to be true”.

P.S. This poem just happened, clearly informing me that it was a part of this post. I just love it when it comes easy… hmmm… like when we were children?

Do not try
For she cannot be contained
Or even dressed
In the clothing of your time
She is naked now
Yet never to huddle
Or shiver
In shame
Walls dissolve
Cover your eyes
Or smile sweetly
While going blind
The Divine Child
Larger than life
Than your pictures
Of empty sky
Who would’ve thought?
Born of earth with human eyes
For which she does not
Nor ever will

© Eileen Meyer

2 thoughts on “Too Good to be True

  1. Eileen,I like this poem. Very nice and seems heartfelt. I identify with what you are writing here – the way we use our language, the needing approval, the refusal of Goodness. Thanks for the post.Steve


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