Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it off to future generations. – George Bernard Shaw
I know there are disasters all around us. People are hungry. Dad’s are dying. There are towns to rebuild and marriages broken. I get it. And for all of those things wrong there seems to be only one or two good things. At least it can feel this way. I like to imagine I have two pair of glasses. One pair is scarcity. They look fine on the outside but when I put them on and allow my eyes to relax into their view, I’m afraid there isn’t enough to go around. And my life begins to operate in a very tiny way. All I notice is what’s wrong and unfair. And since there isn’t much I can do to mend the marriage or cure his cancer I become angry. What’s the point?! Why should I?! It really doesn’t matter anyways.
I wear my cat-eyed rhinestoned glasses of abundance. People are still hungry. Dad’s are still dying. The towns are still in need of rebuilding and the marriage in need of a miracle. And I get that I have a responsibility of receptiveness to this. To acknowledge the pain. My glasses show me I will need to accept Love in order to Be Love. I will need to look for light in order to be the light. Suddenly it becomes clear that there is enough for everyone. I imagine a white beach and big blue marble like sky where the sun shines 24 hours a day. I’m there and so are you. We’re all there. There is enough water, sand and sunshine for everyone no matter who shows up with their blanket and basket. There is enough. I notice that while there is little I can do about the natural disasters around the world I can do something.
So I string the twinkly lights and pour my neighbor a cup of coffee. I make a call I’ve been wanting to make but was afraid to. I dance in the cafe so that others know its ok if they feel like dancing too. I share my story of getting sober without reservation in order to promote shamelessness. I make a promise and keep it. I let my kids’s joy be contagious at 4 am. I can wave at the guy with the sign and have my kids wave too. I apologize. I forgive. I do what I can. And sometimes I fall short. I break it. I pout. I refuse. This is ok too. It takes practice, willingness to get it wrong and HELP from God. I cannot manufacture anything good and sustainable all on my own. It’d be like a glass of milk left out for hours…eventually my stuff spoils. (In big mama hallelujah voice) THANK GOD my life is based on the principle of progress rather than perfection!
This day, although its chalk full of appointments, has all the potential of being great. Its in the choosing of the spectacles. Its in the pausing and laughing. There is much to be grateful for.
Move towards the light- Happy Wednesday friends.