Ever have “one of those days” where nothing seemed to go
as you had hoped? as you had anticipated? as you had planned? Likely yes.
Me too.
On “one of those days, “I sat quietly in my special chair with gentle music playing in the background. As I tried to put it all in perspective, an image of the Milky Way came to mind, helping me not only to realize but to accept the reality that the things, people, situations, encounters, news that made that day … “one of those days” … were infinitesimal in the cosmic scheme of things.
Why did I let them bother me … so much? Why did I let them build
… one upon the other? Why did I give them power … over my thoughts Why, instead of making the time … to centre myself … to do some deep breathing … to think, pray, whisper, sing Dame Julian of Norwich’s prayer “All shall be well. All shall be well. And all manner of thing shall be well,”
did I become … more frustrated … more disappointed … more upset with each encounter, and activity, and person and myself?
It would be easy to find an excuse. But the reality is I had a choice and I had chosen to be a human do-ing rather than a human be-ing.’
So that evening I was quiet … intentionally focused on ‘be-ing … thinking that if I were blessed to awaken the next morning, I would do so with gratitude in my heart and mind for the privilege of … learning … and growing … and evolving
And every morning since that time that’s what I try to do
… even if I have been having “one of those days.”
These days, it seems as if more and more, people are experiencing
a hardening of physical arteries … when blood vessels become narrow … hardened cholesterol clogs physical systems … and physical health is seriously affected.
These days, it seems as if more and more, people are experiencing
a hardening of spiritual arteries … when minds become narrow … when hearts become hardened … and spiritual health is seriously affected.
It seems that the ‘narrowing’ of minds and the ‘hardening’ of hearts
is not only affecting the spiritual health of individuals, but the spiritual health of nations.
Oh, to return to the place where … kindness and consideration of others
… truthfulness and acceptance of differences … hopefulness and child-likeness … playfulness and peacefulness … the ability to reason and listen
are part of the daily life-experiences of adults, children, youth, elders, professionals, religious leaders, business people, politicians.
Medical professionals remind us that when life’s blood begins to clog,
physical arteries close, we become ill. We may even die.
Not surprisingly, when stress, negativity, hopelessness, despair, fear fill our thoughts, Spirit begins to clog, spiritual arteries close,
we become ill. We may even die.
But when physical arteries are open, life’s blood flows through our veins.
We survive.
When spiritual arteries are open, … compassion and truthfulness … joy and peace … patience and kindness … love and goodness … thoughtfulness and self-control flow through us. We thrive.
Winter storms have been happening and continue to happen. “When will it stop?” “How much damage will it do before it passes away?”
Political storms have been happening and continue to happen. “When will it stop?” “How much damage will it do before it passes away?”
While I don’t have the answers, I do have hope. Hope that “this too shall pass.” Eventually. Hope that “new life is on its way.”. Eventually.
This morning a glimpse of hope was evident in a pot of earth where, tucked inside were spring bulbs. Nothing appeared above the earth yesterday. This morning, a sign of hope.
How will that sign become reality … meteorologically? … politically? I do not know. This I do know, Hope is around us.
I want to see signs of hope. I want to experience signs of hope. I want to be a sign of hope.
Thank you, Mother Nature. In spite of the reality that the snow has not yet gone and it’s still really cold outdoors, three little bulbs are my sign of hope for today.
We’ve heard the expression “Have a nice day!” We’ve heard it from family, friends, store clerks, strangers. When someone greets me with it, I reply with something like “You, too” with a smile on my face.
But one day, I said those words to my employer and he barked back “Don’t tell me what kind of day to have!”And no, he didn’t have a smile on his face or a joking tone of voice when he said it. He was going to have the kind of day he was going to have, and did not want to be told to “have a nice day.”
Walking along the boardwalk, I noticed a plaque on a bench that read “Have a Plain Day.” While I just ‘know’ there’s a story to the plaque and would love to know it someday, in the meantime, I can’t help but think what response my former boss would say!
All of this brings me back to today. THIS day.
What kind of a day will it be for you? Will you “have a good day”? Will you “have a plain day”? Will you wake up “expecting something wonderful will happen” or will it be something else?
The calligraphed words by artist Trish Taylor, as she describes it, are an “as- is” early morning sketch which she did while awaiting lung transplant surgery. She made her choice about the kind of day she was going to have
Whatever kind of day each of us has on THIS DAY, may there be … a moment of peace … a glimpse of hope … an experience of grace.
“Whatever the future holds … we’ll be each other’s strength.” Those words spoken by a very special man on our wedding day and often repeated to one another throughout the years were true. True then … for the two of us. True now … even though he has died. True … for us all. In this world of uncertainty, we can be … we must be … “each other’s strength.”
Before closing the blinds last night, the wondrous silver beam of light
shone brightly in the sky and brought a reminder of those words and a hope that in spite of troubling news and times, there will be a tomorrow.
When clouds began to form and the moon became hidden; when its light diminished and seemed lost as sometimes happens to us when clouds
of fear, isolation, loneliness, sadness, grief, self-doubt begin to form and cover us and it feels as if our light has gone out; like the moon we are still here, simply covered up, waiting for the time, when the cloud passes, and the light shines through … hope.
The words written and spoken by one man to one woman and back to him,
can be the words written and spoken by us all … to one another.
“Whatever the future holds we’ll be each other’s strength.”
(Hans van der Werff) Rest in peace, my beloved. Rest in peace.
“There’s something about this photo that speaks to me. It speaks to me of life and death … darkness and shadow … light and hope. Hope?
The hope is in the clear sky. The hope is in the bright yellow colour in the flowers in the foreground. The hope is in the healthy green leaves beside the flowers.
At this time, the United States is in crisis. A much-feared (by many) President-Elect will soon deliver his First Address to the Nation. A much-loved by many President has delivered his Final Address.
The first personifies the fear many are feeling. The second named the fear many are feeling and reminded people to “be vigilant, but not be afraid.”
He set forth a plan. Clear, simple, direct. Using the three words he used at the beginning of his Presidency he used the same three words at the ending of his Presidency: “Yes, we can!”
As a sign I read on a wall in Dachau “I believe in the sun, even when it is not shining. I believe in the stars, even when I see them not. I believe in God, even when God is silent” noted … the Presence of Hope is always present.
We just need to be open for it. We just need to look for it. We just need to see it. We just need to believe in it.
At the time I took this photo, I didn’t know why I took it. Tonight, I know. “Be vigilant, but not afraid.” (President Barack Obama, January 10, 2017)
