There’s knowing, and then there’s knowing. To find your way in the
wild new world you have to, you know, know.
—Martha Beck, Finding Your Way In A Wild New World
I received this clever email message this morning and the think link thread led me to question what it is that I know-know, not just believe, not just wanna consider might be so, but what I have not a shred of doubt about.
So, here is a list for your contemplation. I don’t have the right to tell anyone what to believe or even know, and I encourage you to create your own list.
1. I am alive, as an embodiment of Divine Creative Life Force Energy.
2. As such, I am tapped into the wisdom of my Source and choose to use it for doing good in the world.
3. I am a miracle manna-fester and have witnessed people and events and things coming into my life, sometimes at the speed of thought.
4. Love is all there is and all we are and so I ask myself in most cases, ‘WWLD’…What Would Love Do? and then do my best to follow the guidance that comes from that question.
5. Prayer is portable and need not be confined to an edifice such as a church, synagogue, temple, mosque or shrine.
6. Loving energy; whether you call it prayer or reiki, makes a difference.
7. We all matter and we all have an important purpose. It is our responsibility to discover what that is and then act on it.
8. The Universe has your best interest at heart and is out to do you good.
9. We all make a difference in the lives of people we encounter; with one benevolent thought cast in their direction, we can change or even save a life.
1o. I am and you are, worthy of the abundance (in all forms) showering upon us by that benevolent Creator that set us on our journey.
11. The sun’ll come out tomorrow…bet your bottom dollar, there’ll be sun.
http://youtu.be/5PzL8aL6jtI Tomorrow from Annie
When you open your eyes each morning, what is the first thing you see? If you wake up next to another person, do you behold them with eyes of love or derision? If an animal companion is nestled beside you, do you feel a sense of gratitude for their warm fuzziness? If you are sleeping solo, can you hold out your hand and be thankful that you can see it, feel it, move it ? If not, find at least one other thing for which you can express appreciation. I use an analogy when explaining how our perception shapes our reality. I wear glasses and if they are smudgy or finger-printy when I put them on, that’s how the world will look to me. If, instead, I clean them before donning them, then the world will be more likely to shine through with clarity. Simple as that.
It’s a practice, I know. Are you used to a habitual way of seeing the world, the people and the events that come along with it?
I appreciate beauty in all forms. At the moment, I am appreciating the beauty of listening to my favorite Sunday morning radio show called Sleepy Hollow on Philly based radio station WXPN (Saturday and Sunday morning) It also streams on www.xpn.org . I soak up the beauty of the sunshine pouring in through my window. I am immersed in the beauty of ‘taking spiritual dictation’ as I type these words. I anticipate the beauty that I know I will experience at celebration this morning at Circle of Miracles (an interfaith community of which I am a part) and that which I will know as I ‘sweat my prayers’ at the gym later today and fold laundry (yes, even laundry can be a sacred practice) and connect with friends. I will drink in beauty on this late autumn day in bucolic Bucks County, PA, as I drive on rolling hills, watching the last of the leaves take leave of their tree homes and come spiraling ground-ward.
What is beautiful to you? Are you willing to view life through the eyes of an ‘opti-mystic’?
http://youtu.be/QeK5tq0n2Ok Norah Jones
http://youtu.be/WI3oXC1401s Young Rascals
This morning, as I was cooking breakfast…oatmeal pancakes with bananas, I had a thought that after a day spent in flannel pj’s under the covers, napping and nursing a cold, I felt like I was on the other side of it. Pouring a glass of orange juice that my son insisted I drink to assist in moving the yukkiness on its way, a memory from more than 30 years ago, flashed across the mental movie screen. Outward Bound; January 1981, via Dartmouth College. Ten days spent in the wilds of Maine and New Hampshire; camping, hiking, snowshoeing, cross country skiing, freezing my tush and other assorted body parts off. I had the time of my life and brought home valuable life lessons that serve me to this day. One is that I never want to do THAT again. Another is something an instructor told us that I can hear as if he is saying it now. I have written about it before, but it absolutely bears repeating, Not sure if he called it this, but I do….MAKE A POSITIVE CHANGE. All along the journey, he would tell us: ” If your socks are wet, change them. If you are hot, take off a layer of clothes. If you are cold, add a layer. If you are hungry, eat. If you are tired, sleep.” Simple as that. No kvetching and complaining, expecting that circumstances will meet our desires all the time. Sometimes they will, sometimes they won’t. What I have discovered is that a simple shift in perception (which is a definition of a miracle, according to A Course In Miracles) might bring about a much needed change in what is going on around me. When I change how I look at things, the things I look at, change. Yesterday, that meant re-framing the need to stay in bed, when I had (in my recovering TYPE A brain) ‘so much to do…errands to run…cleaning….laundry…deadlines to meet’. Instead, I read, wrote, napped. How sad that I needed to remind myself that I had ‘earned’ a rest, having been keeping a hectic schedule with full time job, book promo events, writing assignments, housekeeping responsibilities, the gym…and oh yeah…a social life. If I wanted to be able to continue to do that, I needed to ease back…and so I did.
Back to the orange juice reference… there really IS, what my friend Peter Moses calls a ‘think link’ here. On one of the last days of the Outward Bound Course, we ran up a hill. At the top, our reward, besides a much needed collapse and recover time, was a huge pot of freshly made, ice cold orange juice. Served with a ladle into my cup, I gazed at it as if was manna from Heaven. Feeling the sweat pouring down my body, heart racing from the exertion, wanting to collapse on the snowy ground, I gratefully gulped the liquid gold. Orange juice had never, and not since, tasted so good! It was a potent reminder that nourishment comes in all forms and often at the pinnacle of performance, as a reward for a job well done. Not that I rested on my laurels 30 years ago, nor am I doing it now, but I am still learning; work in progress that I am, that if I am to continue, as sings Kate Bush ‘keep running up that hill’, I need not to wait until it becomes necessary to rest, as it did yesterday. Better, it seems to slow down and pace myself to get up the incline, little by little. I raise my glass in toast to a new day!
http://youtu.be/wp43OdtAAkM Running Up That Hill Kate Bush
In the past few days, I have been observing and taking part in conversations on Facebook about the greetings we use during this holiday season. Some people were taking offense at the idea of a generic “Happy Holiday” salutation, indicating that it was their right ‘as Americans’ to say “Merry Christmas” and no one was gonna take that away from them. I am not intending to make fun of those who wrote that, but that is truly how it was expressed. I responded respectfully in all cases, that we live in a world in which this time of year honors many holy-days, including Christmas, Hanukkah, The Winter Solstice and Kwanzaa. If I am missing any, please forgive me. I don’t assume anyone celebrates any particular holiday and I celebrate them all. I was raised spiritually and culturally Jewish and shared holidays in our home and theirs, with friends from diverse backgrounds. I was taught to respect other people’s practices. As an ordained interfaith minister, I appreciate the common thread that the Light is present in us all and is at the core of all of the winter rituals.
We have an annual Latke Party at our home, with the smell of sizzling potato pancakes permeating the air not only on that day, but for a week afterward. Friends and family stream through, bearing their own culinary delights and open hearts to share. Laughter, music, fun and celebration abound. White twinkle lights are around my hallway and dining room, a menorah and a miniature tree on the table in my front hall, decorated with feathers, faeries and angels greet those who walk through my door. Candles shine brightly throughout the house. A feeling of warmth and welcome radiate outward from those glad hearts in my life. That energy remains as powerfully as the food aromas for quite awhile.
Wishing you the beatitudes of the season, however your soul sees fit to celebrate. And in that spirit, I wish you a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Joyous Kwanzaa, Blessed Be.
One of my favorite songs that honors two traditions:
Christmas in the Ashram