Monday, November 22, 2010

The Deepest Valley on the Highest Mountain

I am humbled and inspired by the moments of grace that touch my life. It is a source of awe to me that so often a person, a book, a song, or a passing comment will open up a new way of thinking or dealing with an issue that is stressing my life. The following passage was part of a recent daily meditation and it struck a very deep cord, especially when combined with the message of a book that I had just finished. I will let you judge for yourself if it has meaning for you.
Your blessings have your name on them; so do your lessons! Your greatest blessing appears before you cleverly disguised as your most difficult challenge, as your greatest obstacle, or as an extremely negative experience you are forced to handle all by yourself. What a blessing! What a blessed opportunity to face the truth, forgive yourself and others, practise faith, develop trust, be still, and know," Right where I am, God is!"
This passage from a recent reading in my most coveted spiritual guide, Faith in the Valley, was made all the more poignant and relevant as its message was echoed in another thought altering book that was recommended by my stalwart friend, Sonja. This book, Miracle in the Andes, gives a first-person account of what transpired following the crash of the plane carrying the Uruguayan rugby team into a desolate and brutal glacier in the Andes. The details are harrowing and the experiences are beyond anything we can imagine. Yet the overriding message is totally life affirming in the face of devastating loss. That message is that what truly matters is love: love of family, love of friends, love of God. These young men faced almost insurmountable obstacles and when they realized that help would not be coming and that outside rescue was not possible, they banded together and scaled this highest mountain from the depths of this deepest valley. In this spiritual and emotional valley they did indeed have to face the truth of their situation and themselves. They had to forgive themselves and others. They had to practise faith, develop trust, be still and truly know that where they were, God was with them as the source of the love which kept them alive as they sought to find a way home. They learned to take each day one breath and one step at a time. We each deal with valleys in our lives and we should be ever grateful that we will never have to endure what these young men had to. Yet, for what ever our valley experiences, may the lessons of their struggle and the resulting awareness be a guiding light as we travel out of our valley into the light of the absolute love that awaits.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!


I really appreciate the responses I am receiving from those who are reading these Musings and taking the trouble to post a comment. At this point it is just two very stalwart friends but this is to formally let you know that you both are an example of the kind of connection I was referring to in the previous Blog. This is also sent as an opportunity for me to practise uploading a new graphic on my own. I think it is a most appropriate image for the way I feel when I read your comments. Thank-you so much!

Monday, November 8, 2010

The Joy of Christmas Presence


No, it is not a spelling mistake and, yes, I love to give and get the actual presents as much as anyone. This Blessed time of year is indeed a time to rejoice in the blessings that fill our lives as well as our closets and cupboards. The first Christmas was the ultimate gift from God to his children on earth and has been represented by loving offerings ever since. Sometimes though, I wonder if the gift of ourselves is the one that can mean the most. It is very easy to shop the malls (well not if you hate crowds) but the act of making ourselves available to those we love and care for can open us to a joy that cannot be purchased with the swipe of a card. Maybe this year we can wrap up: time to talk, time to remember, time to plan, time to dream, time to forgive, and time to reconnect with those, whose lives like ours, can be so consumed with the daily minutiae of modern living. Samuel Johnson noted that " To improve the golden moment of opportunity and to catch the good that is within our reach, is the great art of life." May we open ourselves to this golden moment and may its light illuminate not just our Christmas but the whole year to come. Do you think it's possible?