Live in the present.
Do the things that need to be done.
Do all the good you can each day.
The future will unfold.
In the midst of chaos there is a common cry… what can we do? Over the last few weeks an energy has stirred. An energy of shared inspiration and a vision for action. I am reminded of my college years when we were vocal about reducing nuclear arms – vocal and active. We knew the danger and we marched to make a difference.
Today we know so much more. We can get information anytime, anywhere. Scary things are surfacing. Things that we suspected back in the 80s but only now see their truth before us. While living through this unsettling change, seeds of distrust are being planted to separate us.
And so, what must we do to believe in one another and believe we can make a difference? Action is called for. In the public square and our neighborhoods. No answer will come to us with ease. As the work is demanding how do we gather energy and find Peace?
One idea- balance the hard work with kindness and acts of compassion.
‘Do all the good you can each day. For the future will unfold.’
A door for today… The color blue is often calming. I chose this door for just that reason. The stairs draw one’s attention with ease. The invitation to enter is extended without hesitation. See where your day could offer a sense of invitation. Note where you feel invited. You may be surprised – all of creation waits.
Last night, an owl
In the blue dark tossed
an indeterminate number
of carefully shaped sounds into
the world, in which,
a quarter of a mile away, I happened
to be standing.
I couldn’t tell
which one it was –
the barred or the great-horned
ship of the air –
it was that distant. But, anyway,
aren’t there moments
that are better than knowing something,
and sweeter? Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness. I suppose
if this were someone else’s story
they would have insisted on knowing
whatever is knowable – would have hurried
over the fields
to name it – the owl, I mean.
But it’s mine, this poem of the night,
and I just stood there, listening and holding out
my hands to the soft glitter
falling through the air. I love this world,
but not for its answers.
And I wish good luck to the owl,
whatever its name –
and I wish great welcome to the snow,
whatever its severe and comfortless
and beautiful meaning.
Your ability to see beauty and possibility is proportionate to the level at which you embrace gratitude.
We are at another moment of transition. As 2016 comes to a close we stand at the edge of a new year with hesitant anticipation.
Looking back we see turbulence and confusion. 2016 was such a year. Emotions have been raw and undisciplined. Fear returned as our basic understanding of civility has been challenged.
As we prepare to step into a new year- we make choices. There may be hurdles that will best be faced together. We will see possibilities and beauty in places unseen to us before.
Even in the most challenging moments may we remember to nurture gratitude. Nurture it in our selves and share with one another. To be grateful can change a perspective and maybe even redirect a misguided journey.
Blessings as we welcome this new year…
~ Quote: Steve Maraboli
~ Image: Moongate in Ireland (Pinterest)