Grace and Awe

It’s been a rocky road of late. Though I’m always filled with gratitude and love, I’ve been having my mettle tested. Every day, as I deal with the seemingly burgeoning challenges, I tell myself I’m up to it, or they would not occur.

Enter Michael Bernard Beckwith’s SPIRITUAL LIBERATION, which I’m reading for the second time every morning in my meditation. A few days ago when everything I’ve been dealing with was coming to a full crisis, I read:

“As a spiritual warrior, my courage to face all that is required for my transformation is embodied with grace and ease.

“This prayer is responded to by universal law.

“Beyond reasoning, intellect, and appearance, I make room for a great transformation to unfold and express through me.

“From this moment on, everything unfolds in a magnificent way. I release myself into the great excellence.”

I was so moved by this passage, but especially the first sentence, that I decided to memorize it and take it into my day – or my future – as a mantra. Interestingly, this is what I heard myself repeating:

“As a spiritual warrior, my courage to face all that is required for my transformation is embodied with grace and awe.”

I said it a few times before I realized that something was different, but I wasn’t sure what. I went back to the book and saw that I had spontaneously replaced the word “ease” with “awe.”

How interesting, I mused. My own intelligence is telling me to have a sense of awe about my challenges, my courage and my transformation.

Leading me on a path of considering what this meant… which I share, extremely briefly, here. I came to realize it told me to feel awe in being presented with such challenges as would manifest a profound transformation. Further, to acknowledge my challenges with reverence.

And so, with awe, as well as grace and ease, I accept my tempering and expanding challenges.

What if you encountered you challenges with grace and awe? How would your life shift?


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No Such Thing as Loneliness!

I love this quiet time in the morning when I meditate, keeping companionship with myself, and hooking up to the energies swirling around….

The energies of velvety night, softly fraying at the edges of the branches of the trees and the bowl of the horizon into a gentle, delicate, purple lace, the slow, soft “drip, drip” off a gutter outside my open window letting me know it rained a little in the night, my warm blankets and fluffy pillow that I have myself propped among, typing away, looking forward to this day, planning it out in my mind.

I engage in the energies of meditation, where I consciously breathe, letting thoughts float up and out until my mind is still as a placid lake. When I return from this whole/holy, connection, I once again engage my senses, and I now hear the morning birds, calling up the sun. Ah!… yes, thank you little birds, there will be another day!

As I revel in this glorious solitude, where so much is happening and I am profoundly not alone among all these creative energies as they flow about me – the lacy trees, the refreshing rain, the companionable birds, the myriad thrilling mental engagements of the day – I cannot imagine being lonely, and I wonder at people who say they are.

How can one ever be lonely if truly engaged in life? And why have life if not to fully engage in it? Your soul knew a purpose when coming to this life, and loneliness is nowhere in that contract.

Glorious solitude is central to the experience – within solitude you discover who you are. You can make the choice to fall in love with yourself and with LIFE anew, every single day!


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My Winter Forest

Almost 7:30 a.m. The light steals very, very shyly about the forest… winter light begins to reclaim its dominion earlier and earlier.

The sky edges away from a color not found on any palate… a kind of black-purple-blue, tinged with green. It fades and fades, until the predawn light rolls in, and all becomes familiar as the keys to the Kingdom of Light are handed over to the day.

The rain that has steadily fallen all night has stopped, and the remaining drops play a slow syncopation off the gutters and deck, a patient metronome.

I hear the river rushing several hundred feet distant, I see in my mind’s eye the river rocks becoming polished… incomparable coins in the river bed, each unique. They lay at the bottom of the clear, rushing water, watching the sun and moon and stars, a clock face, above.

Song birds look for their reflection in the little pools that eddy along the side of the hurrying water, while the stealthy coyotes come to the water’s edge, looking over their shoulders. Always pursuers, always pursued. One by one they lean down to drink the cold, cheerful water while a sentry keeps watch.

This is my winter forest.


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Oh, Happy Day!

I’ve been going through some rough terrain of late… while affirming, always affirming, that all will turn out for the best.

But I hit a new low when my one of my little goosies became very sick. Geese are pretty tough, (as well as very companionable) but I feared for this little guy’s life as he rapidly faded yesterday.

I scurried off to my local Feed store (LJC – thank you for being there) and got antibiotics, which are put into the water. When I got home I gave Mr. Goose a nice warm bath in the big, deep laundry room sink, which, even though distressed to be away from his “family,” he seemed to take to, ducking his head into the water and trying to flap his wings (well, the sink is not that big).

Then I wrapped him up in a towel and held him and talked with him, and talked with his little goose angels, asking all for his recovery. Of course, Mr. Goose was not particularly interested in anything I had to say – he just wanted to be with his family.

I put the required amount of antibiotics in a pail of warm water, and, much to his dismay to be left alone, I left him in the warm laundry room for the night.

Oh what a night! He cried and cried all night long. It was a sleepless night for geese, cat, and animal care giver alike. If you’ve never heard a goose cry, you’ve never heard just about the saddest sound there is. I wanted to go talk with him all night, but I knew that would only upset him more when I didn’t take him back to the other geese.

About 4:30 a.m. he finally became quite. I didn’t know if this was good or the worst, but I still forestalled going to check on him, as, if he was sleeping (which I hoped and hoped was the case) I would only awaken him.

And we all needed our sleep.

I slept a bit, and then at 6:30 I couldn’t wait any longer. I went to the laundry room, bracing myself for perhaps the worst… cautiously opening the laundry room door….

“Honk!” he said. “Honk, honk, honk-honk-honk!”

Even with all the stressful crying most of the night, he had, miraculously, almost completely recovered….

Oh, happy day!

Yes, I still have all those other dreary concerns eating up my time and attention. But my companionable birdie is well, and life is good.

Health is a blessed commodity… and I wish it for all your creature companions… be they feathered, furred or finned!


(Stay tuned for a picture of my beautiful friends… I have a file here somewhere… shuffle, shuffle….)

Ides of January

Happy Ides of January….

May your 2010 be filled with Miracles and Joy!

The Promise of Spring

This morning I smelled spring in the air.

I know, it’s early – not even the Ides of January yet. But spring floated on the air, just the same. 6:45 a.m., 45 degrees F, the deck door slightly ajar. In stole the scent of spring on thin, delicate feet, tip-toeing through the forest high in the fir trees, pirouetting across the meadow, and slinking in through the narrow opening of my door.

Yes, winter could return. But the promise of the ages came into my room early this morning – the fresh, loamy aroma of LIFE waking up in the earth, of the long-dream hibernation coming to an end, of a hunger for new fruits.

Something new is afoot.

Wake Up!


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