Posted on May 16, 2011
I had other ideas in mind for May’s blog, prompted by last month’s Royal Wedding. However, recent events have me thinking along different lines.
Such as: life is paradox. We are constantly faced with pain and pleasure, joy and sorrow, grief and encouragement—simultaneously. By that I mean, life does not usually consist of first experiencing a down followed by the relief of an up. Unless, of course, a person struggles with bi-polar disorder which involves swinging between extreme highs and lows.
I am thinking of how on a beautiful day a person can receive devastating news of loss—of home, loved one, income. Or on the crummiest of weather days, a person can receive exceptional news of promotion, expectation, or acquisition which suddenly deems the cloudy skies irrelevant.
It seems, more often than not, life hands us variety rather than all-or-nothing. Exhaustion follows a lovely weekend in the Rocky Mountains. However, exhaustion is mere inconvenience compared to the devastation of flood or forest fire. My home is intact. I have not lost everything even if my health is less than optimal.
One of my worst fears is losing everything in a fire. There is no replacing the mementos of a life time of experiences. The photos, trinkets, and symbols of achievements, vacations, and relationships are gone. Permanently. However, if I live to tell about the fire, there is opportunity to make more memories and collect new treasures while grieving the loss of the former life mementos.
If a flood washes away my life as I know it, there is opportunity to make an even better one. I can hopefully find refuge in family and friends. I will not be alone in my loss or in the rebuilding of a life—as tragic and disabling as that may be initially.
Life happens in all its pathos and celebration. I want to be spared the heaviness of ‘real life;’ but then, that would require missing out on compassion, grace, mercy, loving kindness—all offered to me in my time of grief and rebuilding. I could not in return connect with others in their own distress—if we could somehow find the magic wand that not only relieves suffering but prevents it. Another paradox. For without pathos, we as human beings could not live out our true potential to love and care for one another. Our true purpose for living.
We miss so much of life by focusing exclusively on the pursuit of happiness. For it is, after all, only a pursuit—and only a part of life. This past weekend I heard a beautiful definition of the abundant life—to be fully awake and fully alive—whether that be in a time of affliction or affluence. I know for myself, I tend to ‘zone out’ to adversity—I want to be anything but awake and alive. But without the pruning and the manure, trees cannot produce and thrive.
In this paradox of life, we cannot have one without the other despite our efforts to drown our sorrows or eat our troubles away. In yet another paradox, for me to be fully awake and fully alive starts with acknowledging ‘The Void’ and granting myself permission not to fill it with food, or television, or work, or mood altering substances. The Void just is part of life. Oddly enough, it is very liberating to live with The Void without the constant effort to fill it.
My next step will be to take a look at what The Void is telling me about me—and what is interfering with being fully awake and fully alive—regardless of what life throws at me.
To end, my thoughts are with those facing devastating loss and are facing the gargantuan task of rebuilding shattered lives. My fatigue today is nothing compared to that. The weather, while fickle, is life giving. So today, I hold in my heart, gratitude for what is in my life and grief for those amidst adversity. And thankfully, my heart is capable of holding both simultaneously.
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Posted on Apr 15, 2011
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
~Rose F. Kennedy
The middle of April has snuck up on me. Wish spring would do the same. Snow, snow, and more snow. While generally I am a fan of the fluffy, white stuff, this year I’m ready to cancel my club membership.
However, last evening I had a lesson from the birds. As we drove through the countryside, we witnessed puddle after puddle crowded with aquatic fowl. It always captures my heart and mind when I see Mallard Ducks and Canada Geese gathering together while stopping for the night on their migratory journeys.
And what a better way to pause from shoveling snow, then to stop and listen to birds sing?
Our current residence is without trees, bird feeder, and birds. It is very quiet. However, last night we had to check on our former property and shovel the snow so the new owners could gain access. This location backed onto a treed green space. With the mix of new snowfall and melt water, the low spots were full of water—and birds. So were the trees and overhead wires. The birds were happily singing. And what was I doing in similar conditions? Not singing, that’s for sure.
Here it is the middle of April. The birds are on their annual quest for their summer homes. And what do they encounter? Winter weather. What they left to escape back in the fall. Their usual food sources and nesting areas are obscured by frozen precipitation. Yet they sing. The beauty of their communal song made the gentle snowfall of earlier in the day appear like a violent storm in contrast.
My life certainly has not been interrupted or inconvenienced to the extent of these wild beings. Yet I grumble while they sing. Amazing. It was indeed calming to stand still, watch, listen, and learn in the company of these accommodating creatures.
So I gained a few things from my feathered friends: 1) Calm; 2) Meditation; 3) Entertainment; 4) Perspective. I am exceedingly grateful for the moments I claimed as my own to appreciate my fellow travelling companions. While our journeys differ, we can enhance each other’s experience along the way.
A bittersweet moment. I will miss not having the birds around to soothe, entertain, and teach me. If only the snow would melt and the sun shine so that I could plant a tree, hang a bird feeder, and await their arrival.
What moment can you claim as your own to contemplate, find calm, and regain perspective?
“I want to sing like the birds sing—not worrying about who hears or what they think.”
~ Rumi
“Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.”
~ Henry Van Dyke
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Posted on Mar 15, 2011
May your day be touched by a bit of Irish luck, brightened by a song in your heart, and warmed by the smiles of the people you love.
~Irish Blessing
Diversions in the middle of the month can be a good thing—such as St. Valentine’s Day and St. Patrick’s Day. So I thought I would look into St. Patrick’s Day a bit more. Maybe delve a little deeper into the Celtic way of life.
My glimpse into Wikipedia revealed that St. Patrick’s Day began as a religious Catholic holiday which has since morphed into a celebration of Irish culture. Also of interest, shamrocks are affiliated with St. Patrick as he used the leaves of this plant to teach about the Holy Trinity. There is also a political history to the “Wearing of the Green.” No mention of ridding the island of snakes—which is stuck in a cobwebbed corner of my mind.
The background story is that St Patrick originally went to Ireland as a captive in his teen years. When he returned home, he became a priest and eventually found his way back to Ireland to Christianize the pagans.
Regardless of how we feel about converting others to our religion (proselytizing), it must have taken a special moment in Patrick’s life to decide to return to the scene of his captivity with relatively good intentions instead of revenge. I don’t know how he was treated in Ireland as a captive; but I’m sure he was faced with moments of resentment and bitterness being kept apart from his family and home as a fairly young lad.
As rich and full as the Celtic heritage is, Patrick very likely played a significant role in their spiritual development—evident by the Christian influence upon the re-interpretation of Celtic symbols. So while appreciating the Irish culture come March 17th, maybe give a thought or two to the people who have played a role in your own spiritual development. If considering the spiritual angle of your life is new to you, a start might be to reflect upon what it would be like to believe in something so strongly you are willing to face your former captors with a message of hope and renewal.
Another idea to break the monotony of March by observing St. Patrick’s day is to consider some of the Celtic symbols and how they can enhance your own life—such as the Triangle Knot keeping us mindful of the interconnectedness of life. The three points can symbolize a variety of relationships: earth-sea-sky, Father-Son-Spirit, earth-wind-fire, mother-father-child, past-present-future, love-truth-wisdom, mind-body-spirit, maiden-mother-crone. The interlacing or continual looping of the various Celtic knots also symbolizes eternity or the circle of life. http://www.celticcolours.com/the-celtic-knot.aspx & http://www.whats-your-sign.com/celtic-symbol-for-trinity.html
The Celtic Cross is another example of the rich symbolism. It’s uniqueness is found in the blending of two belief systems with a Druid circle around the centre of a Latin straight cross.
“It was said that St. Patrick was told of a great stone that the Druids worshiped that was of circular shape. St. Patrick drew a Latin cross through the stone shape circle to bless it, trying to relate to their symbols of their belief to draw them to Christianity. This was the first recorded Celtic Cross. The circle today represents no beginning and no end (eternal life) and to others the circle represents the sun. The Celtic Cross has become a large representation of Irish culture and history. It is worn by many as a symbol of their culture and their faith…” http://www.celticcolours.com/thecelticcross.aspx
And one of the best ways to observe St Patrick’s Day is with a traditional Irish Blessing or two—or observe the custom by sharing a blessing of your own. As the middle of March is upon us, may you be blessed with hope and renewal as March finds its way into the warmth of spring and new beginnings.
May the blessing of light be on you—light without and light within. May the blessed sunlight shine on you and warm your heart till it glows like a great peat fire.
~Old Celtic Blessing
May love and laughter light your days, and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours, wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons bring the best to you and yours!
~Old Irish Blessing
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