Does the athlete, as he runs approaching the hurdle, view it as an evil thing?  Is he angry at it?  Does he see the bar as the enemy?  Does he tell stories about its defiance of him? Does he use his precious energy telling others of his plight to get over the accursed bar? Does he seek to make contact with the bar to let it know ‘who is boss’?

Or….does he see himself in communion with the bar, visualizing his dance of flight over the bar?

People and events come into our lives for us to dance with.  Some, many, are hurdles.  We try to fly over, make contact, and the bar falls to the ground.  We put the bar back up and try again…and again until our skills are perfected and we soar.

We no longer need to engage in drama.  Why would we want to pick up the hurdle bar, fuss at it and tell it how wrong it is?  We honor the bar that helps us to fly high.  We give gratitude to the experience that beckoned us to call forth the inner strength and beauty that is us.

Not all encounters are meant to be team runs handing off the baton. Some are hurdles, meant to show us we can fly.