Pride, from “prud” meaning magnificent and stately, having
spirit and high mettle.  Pride, a sense
of one’s own dignity or worth, self-respect; delight and satisfaction in one’s
own achievements.  Of course, there are
other definitions that talk about an instinct out of balance, puffed up and
swollen. 

But the question with me today is how to find that
balance.  If I am truly indulging myself
in the womb of the Divine and I want to share the words I find there with
others, how can I shine with self-respect and pride of my achievements?  How can I recognize the channel of
magnificence without tipping ever so slightly and definitively into arrogance
revealing fear, or the despair which is self-pity and pride in reverse?

Well, if you were standing on a teeter totter, you’d have
one foot on one side and one foot on the other side and, as some sayings go,
might feel like you’re pissing on the present. 
Or maybe it is about being completely compassionate as I go back and forth,
and not get defensive and upset when someone calls me on it.  Imagine my surprise when a friend agrees
with me to my sudden awareness that I seem to have false pride.  I was upset that she immediately agreed with my
self-assessment!  Thus evident: a
distinct and acute example of the flipping seesaw.

So the opposite of pride is humility, being right sized and honest,
recognizing that there is a God and I’m not it. 
Humility is a healer of pain, that’s for sure.  So if I can be proud of my achievements and
not feel pain, maybe that would be a good marker of the middle way.  Humble is about being close to the ground, so
keeping to a word of mouth or a ground swell, or keeping the sharing
close?  But there there is the part of me
that wants to scream and burst out about the human/Divine partnership!

That’s why I speak here. To sit here with my
laptop on my lap, feet out on the bench, starring at the bush with tiny buds,
trees gathering the spring raindrops that turn into bursting and unraveling
leaves.  Rambling about
what I feel in the delight of the Divine (contrasted with the anguish and
stuttering of the human translator), and reaching you, breaking all time and space barriers.

It is truly about letting the Truth, Comfort and humming of
the endless good to move through my cells, thoughts, feelings, fingers,
reminding me of the river of energy as the Way. 
I am the movement of the Way, I am surfing the Way, I am splashing and
laughing and throwing it all over me.  I
sit on the mossy banks and watch the Way, I am, you are, All
that is, is the Way.