After all, I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood. ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
This is one of my favorite paintings by a new artist I recently found, Helen McCullagh from Australia. Her paintings are happy paintings, and they create (for me) a sense of wonder and amazement. Anne Morrow Lindbergh is a favored poet, and these words create an internal reflection of gratitude. Life is all about gratitude, and that is often found in the simple moments. When we can find and hold gratitude for the small things, we are able to push through some of the darkest moments we experience. If you are sitting in a dark place, I encourage you to look up and out, even for one brief moment, and find something that might create even a glimmer of gratitude. One foot in front of the other, one moment at a time, stopping to take a breath in between the lightness and the darkness that make up both our universe and our souls.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet . . . I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time. ~ Jack London
Sometimes these words are difficult to follow, like when one is sitting in the overwhelming grief of loss, or you are going through rough times with a loved one, or . . . the list is endless! All of life can be a rough time if we allow it to be that way. Or, we can acknowledge our pain and suffering, and then attempt to get back to the business of living our life. There is no road map for how long any of it may take, and I would rather not judge anyone on his or her path, but remain on my own. I have suffered the depths of loss and had my soul rattled, yet somehow I found my way back to the light. I love this quote in that it serves to remind all of us, use your precious time wisely and make the most of your life. Today I will attempt to live fully. My hope is that you too may shine like a superb atom and never lose your faith, hope, or joy for living.
Poets always inspire me, especially when I am feeling sad and alone in this vast universe. Mary Oliver is one of the finest, and I often share her poem, Wild Geese, in my grief journaling classes. My hope is that it touches your heart today, and that each of you reading this poem know you belong. We are truly all interconnected. Let love lift us all.
Thanks mom for being a strong role model! To quote Elizabeth Gilbert, I love and admire all the women in my life for their strength and grace, who got that way not because shit worked out, but because shit went wrong and they handled it in a thousand different ways on a thousand different days! You are my heroines!
There are so many events happening in this world at the moment that seem so unfair, cruel, and well let’s be honest, inhumane. We cannot fight each and every moment we are awake, but we can choose to exist in love and within that love to choose something to hold onto, a cause, another soul to uplift in our close personal sphere or in the greater universe. Hold onto the love, do the work with love in your heart, and shine your light onto the darkness so that it can be seen. Take a stand, but do so with love.