Spirituality

“Happy Little Accidents”

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“There are no mistakes, only happy accidents.”
― Bob Ross

This morning, after drinking about 1/4 of my cup of coffee, I realized that it was time to take the kids to school. I poured my coffee into a travel mug and was attempting to put on the lid, when I noticed that it wasn’t going on because the rubber stopper in the lid had come out of place. Worse yet, in my attempts to put on the lid, little black pieces of the stopper had fallen into my coffee. Bummer. I dumped it down the drain, figured that I wasn’t meant to have coffee this morning, and took the kids to school.
When I got home, I decided to boil some water to make some tea instead. The plan was to have a cup of tea and meditate, but I got side-tracked (surprise, surprise!), and began to crochet instead. I heard the tea-pot whistle, got up to go pour it into my cup and that’s when I saw it. On the little paper connected to the tea bag was the word “Connect!”. As you can imagine, I had to laugh at myself for that one. I put down my crochet and sat in my chair. Happy little accident indeed. Had my coffee not gotten messed up this morning, I probably wouldn’t have made tea which means that I would have wasted my morning crocheting instead of meditating (not that crochet is a waste, but you get the picture).
So what it comes down to is this: maybe Bob Ross was onto something. Maybe there are truly no mistakes, just happy accidents. And here we are again circling back to a recurring theme in my life. Perspective and Choice. I could have gotten mad about the coffee. It could have “ruined” my morning. Instead, that little mishap ended up making my morning better. So today, I thank God for ruined coffee 🙂

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Spirituality

Contrast and a Huge Dose of Gratitude

All-consuming: Two girls are sat at the beach watching the roaring fire destroy the forests on the mountains as it move closed to the beach where evacuees from nearby villages have gatheredSo I’m not usually the kind of person that speaks up and voices my opinion in a public setting.  I may have a different opinion, a strong one, but I just never have felt comfortable speaking up. Today, however, something was sparked in me. I spoke up.

I have family and friends on the island of Chios in Greece. They are currently trying to fight a wildfire that has now caused the people in 10 villages to evacuate. From what I understand, they are trying all that they can to stop the fire, but “all that they can” isn’t quite enough. The wind is strong, the conditions are dry and their fire “departments” are volunteers with flatbed trucks carrying huge tanks of water with what look like garden hoses attached. Airplanes and helicopters are trying to dump sea water on the fire, but they don’t fly at night and the winds are strong enough to keep their efforts from being fully successful. Earlier today, a friend of mine (that lives in Chios) sent me a link to an article so that I could see what was going on. I had already watched a few videos prior to seeing the article and my heart was breaking as I listened to people from the villages talking about how they were losing their land (olive groves and mastic trees) and their animals and feared that they were going to lose their homes. So when I read the article and scrolled down to see the comments, I was blown away. There were many people who were commenting about the grammar or bad use of English in the article; others that were making political jabs and jokes about the recession in Greece. All I could think about was the hundreds of people there (and hundreds more, like myself, who have family and friends there) who were scared. I was pushed beyond my limit and couldn’t help but write a comment basically saying what I just said here.

All this being said, what I realized is this: I have been spoiled by this wonderful community that I have been surrounding myself with here in the blogging world. Lately, when I’m not writing (so let’s just say it’s a lot!) I have been reading. I was about to insert a list of all the amazingly inspiring blogs that I have been reading, but I have to say, the list would be rather large and honestly, I’m a little worried I would leave someone out. But the idea behind this is, I have found this community of like thinkers, “kindred students” as Gina from Professions for Peace said the other day. I didn’t realize that it was happening, but these blogs that I have been reading have given me hope. They have shown me that there is indeed a large population of people who care, who love, who try to live this life the best they can…and when their best isn’t great, they learn, share and keep living and trying to do better. It is inspiring to say the least. It is beautiful. And then I went out into the world and read this article and the comments attached to it. And contrast slapped me in the face. But this time I had the strength and the guts to speak up.

So thank you my dear blogging friends. You know who you are because I follow your blogs. I show up, I “like” and I comment when I am moved to do so. You give me hope and shine your lights so brightly that it’s contagious. Thank you.

Health, Spirituality

Mountains Out of Molehills

  As most of you know, when I was 3 years old, I was diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. In my mid-20’s, I experienced the worst relapse that I can recall. The pain was excruciating and got to the point where I could barely walk. I was embarrassed; I was in pain; I was facing a mountain that I saw no way to get over. It was at that point that a friend of mine introduced me to energy work. She was still learning, but the improvement was immediate (literally 20 minutes passed and the swelling in my wrist disappeared!). I was sold. That was the summer of 2000. Since then, I have also had several energy attunements and have continued on a path of health and spirituality beyond what I had ever dreamed possible.

I am not saying that this path was always easy. I am not saying that I haven’t had moments where I questioned everything. Don’t we all? What I’m saying is that, by the grace of God, I have been given this awesome gift. One where I can connect with my spirit and gain perspective at times when I need it most. Back in 2006, when I was pregnant with my 2nd child, I began getting some physical symptoms. Small pains, a little swelling, etc. My initial response was to go back to that place of fear…what if this was just a really long remission? My mind started swirling and I allowed fear to gain control as the symptoms continued. It was at that point that I began to pray for the fear to be lifted. I began sitting in meditation again (something that I had allowed to move to the back-burner as I focused my attention and energy on my family) until one day while I was sitting in meditation, I started picturing myself walking down this beautiful forest path. The plants and trees around me were a rich shade of green and as I looked up I saw the sunlight shimmering through the top of the trees. It was amazing…truly God’s work. As I walked down this soft dirt path, I came across a stone. I looked at the stone and soon all I could see was this annoying rock (now growing) in my path. I no longer was able to see all the beauty that was around me. My anger (which is just a result of fear) clouded all beauty and light. At that point,  I got this message:

If you hit a rock in the road, you don’t become the rock. You step over it or sometimes even stumble, but you never become it. In this sense, your troubles/ailments/experiences are not you, but rather a part of the journey that you are on.

Now if you ever have experienced one of those true “ah-ha” moments in life, you will understand what happened next. It was as if the clouds had been lifted! I realized that I had begun to put so much energy toward this small pain (which turned out to be just a little reminder about trying to hold on to control over situations that I had no business trying to control), that I had given it a power all of its own. I had focused so much on that pain (and as a result let fear creep back in), that it was starting to block out the light! It wasn’t until I received that message that I was able to gain clarity. I watched as the boulder started to shrink back down into the pebble that it began as and once again I returned to the beautiful path. The pain began to subside. By morning, it was gone. What a beautiful reminder! I hate that I had to get to that point to receive this message, but I am continuously grateful for it. Over the years, I have been reminded of this message many times. Sometimes for myself, sometimes for others. But the truth of it is universal. Don’t make mountains out of molehills 🙂 Let love light your way and see the rock for what it really is: just a rock.