Impossible to Anticipate

"There is nothing,

for good or for evil,

of which a person is incapable."

Jan-Phillipp Sendker

THE ART OF HEARING HEARTBEATS

As I wait for spring to unfold, I also endure this sense of suspension.  There is a lack of passion and a desire to detach.  Being still and living in nothingness, for me, is a growing intensity.  I realize all transitions take time, new situations are uncomfortable, and there is always a period of settling in; but, I find myself to be unnerved.

I realize as an energy worker, it is important for me to hold light to counter balance the darkness seemingly stepping out from everywhere.  Daily I send love, energy, and light to far away places, to states united and to not so far communities.  Rage, anger and hatred seem to be erupting, but the worst are those with the calm and cold eyes. 

I try very hard not to judge and to be forgiving, while the understanding part is the most challenging of all.  We can say whatever we want, but until we are directly in a particular position we truly do not know for sure what we would or would not do.  It is impossible to anticipate what our actions would be if in total desperation. 

I believe in a goodness inside of everyone, but we each have choice as to how we will respond, with good or with ill-intent.  I mourn the loss of the innocent, and I praise the immediate reaction of strangers.  All of us must start listening more intently and being vigilantly aware of our surroundings.  Not to be practiced out of fear, but as an effort to be more interactive with the immediate world  around us.

Come Home

 

When someone we love dies, our grief is for the living. The  soul released from the body soars onward, going home.  For sometimes death is a kind friend; release from pain, release into the all-embracing light, is a reward, not a punishment. 

We too can come home when our loved one dies.  We can come home to a luminous acceptance of the truth about the light.  We can let the light embrace us and sustain us.  We can come home to our own faith, our own courage, our own light that shines within, without, and all around us as we move forward, released from pain as our loved one has been released, awaiting reunion and renewal, awaiting our own homecoming.

BETTYCLARE MOFFATT

As a child, Christmas time was never an occasion to recall a loved one who had passed away or even moved away.  People came in and out of my young life, leaving impressions, but not necessarily remembered during the season of the Christ child's birth or the illusions of Santa Claus or reindeers.

This year, for whatever reason, the holidays have been highlighted by the deaths of many loved ones, family, friends and respected community members.    It is not difficult for me to celebrate the gifts I have received from those who have passed, but it is indeed challenging to face the sorrow of those left behind.

Each day I fill my inner self with light, calling upon the Divine for connection.  I then call to mind those who are struggling with the unanswered questions of life.  I cover them with light, and love, asking that they may feel protected and guided by the light. 

As one light goes out, we must remember that we still have our own light within.  Our light will sustain us and brighten our path to carry on with our own lives.  Not to forget those who are gone, but to celebrate their lives with honor and respect.  To be thankful for what they have left behind.  Then we  join our light with others, helping each other with compassion and courage until it is time to 'come home'.