I watched a rerun of Cap’n Picard faced with a young borg boy that actually says “I don’t want to assimilate.  Resistance is not futile.”  And we all know about resistance of pen and tongue.  I mean, we know the theory, yes?  We’ve heard the term “loving detachment”, the idea of allowing a loved one to be on their own with their personal challenges and not interfere.

But how many of you all recognize the FREAKING craving to go in there and shake that kid out of his bed because there are people coming here in 10, no FIVE, minutes to help HIM jump his car so he can get to work on time?!  Just to sit here and recognize that it’s his life, not mine.  oooooooo, any parent recognizes this urge to give him a good kick and a yell.

I have spent mornings at the bottom of the stairs when they were younger, vacillating between Warrior Mom and Compassionate Parent: I’m gonna kill him.  No, let him do it on his own.  I’ll get a bullhorn to his ear.  No, allow him to fail.  Talk about a morning internal battle.

The peace, the brilliant miracle, is letting go.  I heard from a friend that left a delighted voice message on how freeing it was to let everyone run their own life.  This mysterious freedom of ties has come for me when my first relationship is to the Divine.

If we are One, resistance is indeed not futile.  Unlike the borg, I can feel the unconscious collective of feelings so connected, and yet I can hold my tongue.  Instead I talk to the Friend about my insane craving to run another’s life and ignore my own.  I can feel my feelings, have a prayerful conversation and poof: he’s out of bed, all clean and ready to go.

Rolling with the waves in the city of angelic children.