Looking back over 2018 I can see, as I am sure we all can, things I have done mightily wrong. I can also appreciate the fear I hold for this coming year stemming from many things, not the least of which is the leader of our country and what he is creating in the world. One could write forever on the wrongs this man has done, but I simply cannot live in fear of the future. Rather, I am holding onto the simple prospect of becoming more aware. I will endeavor to be more mindful, to look and see things from a point of awareness. My greatest wish is that collectively we as a world will also unite in a more mindful way, and yes that wish extends to our president as well. I am not misguided in understanding that for him, as well as many people, this concept most likely won’t be attained. It isn’t that all cannot reach the goal, just that some simply will choose not to move in this manner. I, however, will hold onto my hopes and dreams and wish that the coming year be filled with magic, dreams, and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you are wonderful. Create some art, write or draw, build or sing. Live as only you can! I hope somewhere in this next year that you surprise yourself.
And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been. ~ Rilke
On this day of the winter solstice, one where we have the shortest amount of daylight in the northern hemisphere, take a moment to sit in this space and breathe. It is especially important during this harried time of the holidays when our attention and patience are perhaps stretched thin. This day gives us the perfect opportunity to reset, press the button if you will, and sit for just a moment honoring yourself, your interconnectedness with the universe, and to see the stars. Allow the fullness of the space to bring you back to love, for love is all that we have and all that matters right here, right now. Peace and love to all during this time and the holiday season. Perhaps if you can get quiet you too will hear a bell ring!
It is in the quiet that I seem to remember more of the feelings. When it is quiet, and my mind is still it all comes flooding back like water cascading down a mountain. There is a crack in my soul. As I sit here with the sun streaming in over my shoulders, feeling its magnificent warmth on this chilly November day, I am reminded that it is the anniversary of your memorial service here in the city where we lived, and I still call home. I always thought it was odd on the day of your service that your body was on a jet bound for New York for yet another service and burial in your hometown. You were already missing.
The days of November are usually sad ones for both our son, and myself and we hold onto a deep grief, a bond that forever holds us hostage to the pain, the cost of loving. You ceased to take another breath on the morning of November 5. We held a service for you here on November 9, and on November 12 we buried you next to your mother and father. My son and I returned home to an eerily empty house, and on November 20 he turned 13. Then the holiday season kicked off in full gear, but I could barely hold my head up to acknowledge any of the joy.
Today my body aches with some of that familiar grief, and I know that our son’s does as well. I wish I could turn back the hands of the clock, just as I did moments ago when I adjusted a missed clock in accommodating the switch to daylight savings time. I wish I could turn back the hands of time in order that my son would not have to carry this heavy grief mantle for his life. He struggles to know his father loved him. He struggles so, and he has every reason. You had a chance to make things right, and you failed him and you failed me. I don’t know if either of us can ever truly forgive you. What I do know is that for both of us our grief is a mixed bag. One moment we cannot recall the sound of your voice and want to see you and miss your laugh terribly, and the next moment we are angry over what you did to our family. He carries this burden more than anyone. How could you do such a thing to a boy on the verge of manhood? It wasn’t enough that he had to make the journey without a father, but to be pinned under the weight of not being acknowledged. I have tried in a thousand different ways over thousands of days (more than 5,000 to be precise) to make it right, to make it up to him, but I can never give him your blessing. He is always looking to have his heart healed, but there is a crack. . . and that is how the light gets in… there is a crack in everything, and that gives me hope.
Only in the darkness can you see the stars.
Balance, defined as a state of equilibrium. . . mental steadiness or emotional stability. And yet, it seems to be the one thing many of us lack, especially in these times. Of course, one could pose the question that perhaps we humans have always had an issue with balance, and that is why we historically have sought things like religion and more to feel like we have achieved balance. Balance is something we all have access to inside our selves. It is our choice how we react to a situation, to another’s words, etc. This is not always easy to achieve or maintain, and that is why we practice each and every day to be in balance, to live in harmony with nature and other human beings. This quote is an excellent place to begin this practice. I invite you to hold this thought as you move throughout your day. Namaste.
Wisdom is knowing I am nothing,
Love is knowing I am everything,
And between the two my life moves.
Why are we all so afraid of change? We cling to the familiar, even when it no longer serves us. We don’t want to open the box as it might contain darkness! We all want things to remain the same, keep the ‘status quo’. However, our world has changed. It has changed from its climate, to the policy values of its politicians. The Earth cannot sustain its current human population, and yet we live in abject fear of making any change to our lives. While watching the attached video about fear and change, it resonated deeply in my core. I wanted to share it on my FB page, and yet I did not for fear it would offend some of my conservative friends. I did not want them to feel any discomfort. In fact, I hold in my mind and heart what one friend shared about how her mother ‘unfriended’ people who shared any political opinions on FB! Could she be on to something, should we simply be using this platform to share cute photos of puppy dogs and kittens? Should we just share our light moments, and keep the rest to ourselves? Perhaps. However, for me life is messy, and it is real. If I don’t share some things on FB, be they what I deem to be well written articles, to following certain politicians, to conservation groups, and more, all of whom are out there attempting to make a change, then what good am I doing to uphold our fragile society? Or is it keeping our society safe and is it enough to simply like puppy dogs and kittens? What I do know is that yes, I am still sitting here in fear. I am also trying to make the right decisions, trying to be kind, and trying to share love from my heart. This video resonated with me, and I want to leave behind my fears. What about you, how does this video make you feel?