“It is what it is,” said Big Bro as we drove through the mountains in British Columbia.
We had been laughing at drivers attempting circus-like acts while ensconced in steel capsules shooting through space between dotted lines. We critiqued, hooted, pointed and remarked over senseless acts of vulnerability. We easily spotted the folly of others without considering our own. “It is what it is,” the bro would say as we observed others from a safe distance.
Typical of life, however, the mirror lowered into our field of vision. During rain, being bombarded by a semi’s splash, we didn’t see the sign displaying the end of the passing lane. We whipped out to overtake the semi and found ourselves entering a dangerous curve on a part of the highway that suddenly contained only two lanes of traffic. Silence repositioned the sound barrier. Thankfully, the highway was clear.
I doubt the truck driver was saying, “It is what it is”. A ratcheted level of humility settled with the usual fleeting momentariness.
“M. has a plaque with those words on it,” the bro explained. “It’s on one of the walls in his house.” M. is my bother’s youngest son. How did a kid balance genius and wisdom so succinctly? A Mensa member, M. entered Law School, but couldn’t resist becoming the President of his fraternity. Therein he found fuel for his livelihood and success. Instead of continuing with a Law degree, he discovered a love for leading and being a strategist. He set the base for taking organizations through bureaucratic mazes with a calmness that defies our family genes.
“It is what it is” added facets to a jewel named acceptance.
A wise man who I wanted as a mentor had a soul in the shape of acceptance. When I asked if he’d be willing to share his time and his wisdom, he said, “You have to promise you’ll fire me when you’re bored.”
“When I’m bored?”
“Yes. I warn you. Everything in my life boils down to acceptance. Everything.”
We accepted each other. True to his word, I listened and watched him live a life predicated on “It is what it is”. My job was to learn how to reach acceptance without irresponsible tolerance. Acceptance doesn’t mean tolerating. It doesn’t mean inaction. It doesn’t mean taking any form of abuse. It does mean knowing what to do when a situation, person or thing is unacceptable.
Accented with the perfume of peace, I discovered acceptance provides space to access my Inner Guidance. It keeps the clatter and chatter away long enough to allow divine direction and nudges to transform a conundrum into clarity.
As I wait in the silence of my sister’s sonic boom, I hunker into my Golden Blanket and say thanks for all the prayers and blessings you express and provide. Prayers packed with the power of good intention, positive attitude and visualized health is Love working profoundly towards healing physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. Love realigns us whether we are the receiver or giver.
Love’s everywhere. Oh, we judge it and try to weigh it. But it’s strong/weak, friend/stranger, East/West, North/South, home or away…
It is what it is.
Thank you for your acceptance of my absence and for helping to hold my sister home.