We Are All Connected

Saturday, 5 August 2017

‘The light of the world brings peace to every mind through my forgiveness’.  
(A Course in Miracles). 

-Something to meditate on for a few moments. 
A few moments I must battle for on a Saturday morning…
I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

‘Boys, go back to bed and give me 10 minutes peace with my coffee before I start breakfast, please’.  I closed my eyes and let myself drift off while holding this idea in my mind.  It has been a difficult time for me, a time where I question the validity of most things I desperately want to believe in.  I have been asking questions, searching for guidance -nothing.  I have not felt deserted, rather, foolish and disillusioned.  

As I continue into this calm space in my mind, I hear voices coming from upstairs: the unmistakable sound of strife amongst my two boys. 
-Great, another fight.  That is all they seem to do nowadays.  I keep my eyes closed as my youngest son’s voice keeps rising in agitation towards his brother.  I resist the urge to call out to them to zip it -not exactly conducive of the place I am trying to achieve.

Then, as my frustration rises, it occurs to me:
‘talk to them another way.  Send this calm and love to them with your mind and heart.  Send them thoughts of Love’.

As I start doing this I find myself telling them silently: ‘stop fighting, be good to each other. Make up and come downstairs for a big family hug’.  As I say this I immediately question myself -I told them to stay upstairs.  Even if I could somehow get to them in this way, I would be creating conflict within them.  ‘No matter’, another part of me responds, ‘my message will tell them it is alright, they will know it is OK’.

As my mind quietens and I feel all that good energy flowing upstairs I notice their voices reducing gradually, and then quiet.  Next, footsteps.  Truly, step by step my boys are coming down.  They enter the lounge room and walk to the couch on which I am sitting, big smiles on their faces and no sign of concern that they may be disrupting me.  I get a kiss from each of them, and we enjoy a big family hug.

As we hug I am grateful and amazed by the perfection of the unfolding events.  Almost immediately I question the ease of this perfect moment on the backdrop of the previous few days, in which have felt ignored, my existence unrecognised.  Just as quickly comes the answer: ‘you can’t force this.  You can send whatever message, feeling, wishes you want out there, but people will choose whether to be receptive to them or not’.

‘Not surprising that children are first to respond’ I thought to myself.  ‘Older people would struggle with that more I suppose’.  And then a final bit of illumination: ‘given how stuck I have felt lately, how closed off and unreceptive must I myself have been.  How much have I been missing, and for how long?’


Monday, 7 August 2017

When I woke up this morning I felt in the midst of a large, warm, welcoming place.  A strong place.  A grand place.  A place wanting to infuse me with all its miraculous attributes.

‘Open to this place.  Connect with it.  Experience its positivity as it extends to you.  Immerse yourself in its strength, as you get strong and heal’.

‘Don’t worry about what the future may hold.  Don’t worry about how limited your time here may or may not be, -let it be all it needs to be for you now.  It has more to give than you realise.  All you need do is accept with an open heart’.

It was a strong message indeed.  Maybe I have decided to listen.

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