Monday, July 30, 2012

Monday's Heart 30, A Single Heart

To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer.
{Mahatma Ghandi}

Friday, July 27, 2012

Getting My Feet Wet

Yesterday was one of those magical kind of days that spontaneously unfold in the summer time. My son and nephew were invited last minute to golf at a course situated in the mountains, a little Vermont town neighboring the location.

When I left, the beds unmade, and the breakfast dishes in the sink, driving fifty plus miles to the golf course to make the tee time, I didn't expect to find myself relaxed and in awe of my surroundings. But I was.

Even a pending tornado, off in the distance somewhere, that never materialized anyway, couldn't ruin my magical day.

Luckily, my sister-in-law came with me for the ride, and while the boys golfed, we went off to discover more of the beauty which surrounded us. For a few blessed hours we were away from all of the "supposed-to's" and just going with the flow...

I'll admit, even while daydreaming and feeling the peace, my mind kept wandering back to my schedule, and I felt a bit insecure just letting go. It had been a while since I had given myself permission to wander and play.

But I'm glad I did.

"Seeking safety outside yourself will always fail you. I hate to break it to you, but you can't control your life, no matter how many safeguards you put into place. But you don't have to control your life to find peace. It lives with you all the time, deep within, in that place where your divine spark flickers, even on stormy days." {Lissa Rankin}

Monday, July 23, 2012

Monday's Heart 29, Pandora's Heart

A while ago now, a dear friend and I were hashing over life's woes, as we so regularly do in an effort to sort it all out and remain sane. We came to the conclusion, largely because of something she said, that what is inside of Pandora's box is our own doing. And not just that, it's the very stuff we want to pretend does not exist.

The myth of Pandora's box has variations. The classic version is Zeus ordered a master craftsman to make him a daughter, Pandora, and so she was molded from water and earth by Hephaestus, clothed by Athena, given her beauty by Aphrodite and her speech from Hermes. Then Zeus became angered that Prometheus stole fire from heaven and used Pandora as his secret weapon of revenge, giving her to Prometheus' brother, Epimetheus. He gifted Pandora with a beautiful container and told her it must never be opened. But open it she did, exposing all of the evils of the world, for which she remained in constant regret and remorse. It isn't hard to see where female guilt comes from sometimes, is it?

But, what exactly do we keep in our own Pandora's box? That's something to think about. What are the precious items we hide, perhaps out of fear, perhaps in an effort to preserve them? And, should we untie the ribbon from time to time and let some of these things out?

I think so.

Inside my box, among other things, is a rainbow. It represents the colorful way I see the world. I shoved it in there long ago when I was told one too many times that I was acting too silly. Stop dreaming, get to work, don't speak that aloud, I kept hearing. But unless I let this rainbow out, I will never find my rainbow tribe I now realize. (Truth be told, I have snuck it out on occasion and found a few of my tribe, though I don't acknowledge it aloud in mixed company, it's just easier to remain silent. Or is it?)

Some say the spirit of hope was left in the bottom of the box. So, today, I am untying the ribbon and letting something out of my box. Maybe I'll keep the lid off for a little while....

We're obsessed with h
ow the world sees us. We strive to appear smart, confident, generous, ambitious....but how do we see ourselves?
{Rainn Wilson}

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Monday's Heart 28, Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

Chapter 1:
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost....I am helpless. It is not my fault. It takes forever to find my way out.

 Chapter 2:
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in this same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.

 Chapter 3:
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in....It’s a habit...but, my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.

 Chapter 4:
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.

 Chapter 5:
I walk down another street.
{By Portia Nelson}

Monday, July 9, 2012

Monday's Heart 27, Bread

Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread: remade all the time, made new.
{Og Mandino}

Monday, July 2, 2012

Monday's Heart 26, Green Bough

If I keep a green bough in my heart, then the singing bird will come.
{Chinese proverb}