Once there were two ants. One lived in a sack of salt while the other in a sack of sugar. The sugar ant once visited her neighbour and tasted the salt in her sack..
Finding it bitter she said, “Do come a visit my house. I’m sure you’ll find the food there much to your liking.”
The salt-fed ant accepted her neighbour’s invitation but being naturally cautious and not wanting to run short of food she took a grain of salt with her in her mouth.
When she ate the sugar she said, “Frankly I don’t know what you’re talking about. Your food tastes much like mine.”
The sugar fed ant replied, “Perhaps that’s because you’re hounding on to something of your own. Get rid of that and I’m sure you’ll notice the difference.”
The salt fed ant cleaned out her mouth, tasted the sugar and never returned to the sack of salt.
Are you clinging to a thing, an event, an experience or a person in such a way that the disordinate attachment is blocking you from seeing and tasting the sweetness of fresh and new gifts awaiting to be acknowledged and embraced with a gentle and relaxed grasp?
Once upon a time there was a man who loved living in his tropical paradise. Having been born on the island where his parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents had always lived, he held in his heart a special place for the beauty of the palm trees, the white sand, the sloping mountains, the gentle climate.
This man, approaching death, told his loved ones to place some island sand into each of his hands when he died, so that he might hold on to the memory of his beloved place forever. They did, and so the man proceeded to the gates of heaven still clutching the sand. At the gate, he was warmly greeted and told that as soon as he emptied his hands of the sand, he could enter into eternal joy.
The man was crushed, for he could not let go of what he loved so much, and so he waited. He waited for a long, long time: so long that at last his hands grew weary and could not longer hold the sand. It eventually slipped through his fingers, lost forever.
At that moment, Jesus came to him, holding the man as he sobbed at the loss of his memory, and said, “Come now and enter into your rest.” With that, Jesus walked with the man through the gates of heaven, where there before them both stretched out the entirety of the man’s beloved island.
Source | as told by Tim Muldoon, The Ignatian Workout
(Loyola Press, 2004) page 5
- What are you holding on to that’s preventing you from turning your life over to Life?
- What is the “handful of sand” that you are still clinging to, blinding you to the amazing, expansive beauty of the whole beach?