Fourth Week in January
It is hard for me to muster conviction about this statement today. Who I Am is Enough–the fundament of my own force of will, my courage, and my confidence, the essential commonality between me and all humans, our fullness of value and worth–seems like a statement shouted at a wall. I am prone to having a sense that I am immaterial, impotent, irrelevant.
I hurt that way. And luckily I know I’m wrong. Physics says we’re material. Physics says we’re powerful. Physics says we’re relevant. That, strange as it may seem, encourages me. Biology compels me to survive, connect, feed, share, and love. Society, though–our complex of mass psychology–is our least understood natural system and it so easily calls into question the validity of all those fundamental truths. Maybe I’m not powerful. Maybe I’m not enough.
Despite my doubt and despite the sense of uselessness, I still raise my voice to say “I am enough.” What becomes of it?
My breath transforms. My vocal chords rattle. My larynx, tongue, teeth, and lips jiggle and contort. Upon escaping my lips the acoustics disperse to nestle in a pillow, cause a candle to flicker, ricochet from the walls, caress the leaves, or wend their way into a soft and perfect ear.
That is enough. That use of you, that expression of your capabilities, that optimization is enough. Over and over again it is enough. Physical you, biological you, social you, comprise a you with the capacity for so many things. To be stretched and utilized, you, you are steadfastly enough.
Humanist Liturgy 