I’m not a big one for New Year’s resolutions, but I do find myself at the beginning of each new year, thinking about my major life themes; such as how about 15 years ago I decided to stop taking myself so seriously and try being a Fool instead.
There are natural consequences for taking more than one gives or expecting more from others than one does from oneself. We are all capable of abundance and happiness, but these blessings only come from internal motivation, energy, discipline, and personal accountability. Those who wait for (or expect) others to fill in their emotional, financial, or physical needs sadly guarantee that their needs will never be met.
If you wrap yourself in a shawl, and pull on fuzzy warm socks, and find a comfy place to sit outside far away from manmade things; if you don't see any person or say anything for a very long time, and the only sounds you hear are the sounds you usually miss, then gradually you remember that crazy, wonderful, inexplicable things are possible and are probably happening right now.
For me, at least, the ability to be in-the-moment, present, did not come easily. Just this morning, as I snuggled my 14-month-old grandson before laying him down to nap in his Pack-n-Play next to my desk, I gazed into his beautiful trusting eyes and thought about when it had happened, and how.
There is no doubt in my mind that we create the world we live in. It's not always easy to choose love over hatred, trust over cynicism, forgiveness over grudges, acceptance over judgement, selflessness over selfishness.
Oh, but wait a minute . . . it is! It IS easy to choose love, trust, forgiveness, acceptance, and selflessness! We can choose these things as easily as we choose what to wear in the morning or what to eat for breakfast! And since it's the only way to be happy, my holiday wish for every one of us is that we each choose to fill our own experience with those attributes, so that together we can create a shared world that's worthy of living in.
Happy Season of Love!
Loving - and being loved - are the most collaborative things we can ever do. The thing I want to know on my death bed, with utter certainty, is that I collaborated my heart out.
One of my friends in Canada just told me it's National Margarita Day. So I wondered, "Which Nation?" Then I realized that was the stupidest question in the world. I mean, who cares? If it's National Margarita Day anywhere at all, that's good enough.
The leaves have fallen from our Burning Bush, but the bright red berries remain. In its branches are four deep gray Dark-Eyed Juncos with their flashy white-tipped wings, two scarlet-capped Common Redpolls, and a comical Downy Woodpecker trolling up, then down, its branches. The Blue Jay is wandering on the snowy ground just beyond, probably casing the joint but looking benign for the moment. I could never hope to decorate a tree to be as lovely -or entertaining -as this.
I love hearing the birds Twittering outside my window. They never restrict themselves to 140 characters.
I didn't have a period of adulthood without children. They arrived together in a joyful rush of sleep deprivation and responsibility. So my daydreams of luxury weren't about cruises or cars or jewelry, but rather, about having an hour each morning to drink my coffee, stare out the window, and meditate. Now that it's a reality, I'm finding it's every bit the luxury I dreamed it was.