Last week, I dreamed of Paulo Coelho. Upon awakening, it
took me a few minutes to remember that he was the author of The Alchemist, a book I’d tried unsuccessfully to read twice
before. Not in the habit of ignoring such clear dream messages, I retrieved the
little book from a dusty corner and gave it another try. I found it a sweet
read this time.
And it has me thinking about alchemy, that ancient art in
which adepts sought to turn baser metals into precious gold or silver. Some
attempted this on the physical plane and in the process, developed methods that
morphed over the centuries into our modern sciences. Yet it is on the
metaphoric level that alchemy really shone~~and continues to beckon us today.
How do we transform our baser human qualities, and those of the situations we
encounter, into shining gold?
In my home office, I have a bright pink square of card stock
paper on which is written, “What do I choose to create in this moment?” You
see, I need reminders. This is how it works…
I’m on the phone with an insurance company’s claims
department trying to get paid for psychotherapy services I rendered 4 months
ago. I’m speaking to a man with a decidedly South Asian accent, which I can
barely understand, who gives his name as Elvis. Elvis also gives me the same
inaccurate and completely unhelpful information I received on 2 previous calls.
I was on hold so long before reaching Elvis that I now run
the risk of being late for an appointment, but feel pressure to remain on the phone
until resolution is reached so as not to have to begin the process yet again.
Suddenly my eye is drawn to my hot pink note. I remember that I can choose~~not
how Elvis responds or how his employer responds, but how I do. I breathe and
recognize an opportunity to practice.
During an exercise at a writing retreat years
ago, we were asked to call out persons, places, objects, verbs, adjectives and
adverbs as the facilitator recorded our offerings on a whiteboard. We were then
directed to create a written piece from these words.
Life is a lot like that.
We are born into a certain family within a particular
culture at a unique moment in human history. The bodies we inhabit bear the
mark of our ancestors, and our spirits shine through personalities that are an
ambiguous mix of nature and nurture. What shall we do with this raw material?
What essay shall we write with our human life?
These are good questions when things are going well and when
they are not. They are particularly relevant, though, when you realize you have
become harsh with a poorly paid Indian customer service rep named Elvis.
I recently was given an exceedingly helpful quote by author
Karen Salmansohn. When we mess up, she suggests, “Instead of slapping your
forehead and asking, “What was I thinking?” breathe and ask yourself, “What was
I learning?” With Elvis, I was learning to hold a higher vision and prioritize
accordingly. I was learning that I am in the process, always in the process, of
creating the essay of my life, an essay that affects the lives of many
others~~even some halfway across the world.
I offered Elvis an apology and began to interact with an eye
to the highest good. I accepted in that moment that the way I behaved was more
important than getting paid.
This is real~world alchemy. It is the alchemy of the spirit,
an alchemy in which we transform our individual pieces of lead into shimmering
gold. And in this, our teacher just might be a man from Mumbai named Elvis.
I wish you each well in gathering gold.
Blessings!
2 comments:
I've always loved the concept of alchemy, in particular, as metaphor. Thank you for sharing your own experience of real-world alchemy. And congratulations on transforming a lump of coal moment into a diamond one. You continually inspire. Namaste.
Each of us is an inspiration, for we are each a breath of Life. Inspire means literally to inhale or in~breathe. We watch or interact with others and can always learn and grow from their own particular brand of in~breathing. Certainly if an insurance company can in~spire me to grow, anything can!
As always, thanks for writing!
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