“Oh! Look UP” my friend said. And there they were . . . these lovely blooms hiding above my head. We really don’t SEE this amazing world around us. Or the equally amazing world within us.
Last week while talking with my beloved spiritual director, I told her that I have come to believe that REALITY is God’s best gift to us. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I was FLOODED with the realization that Reality has multiple Layers and Dimensions that we humans are totally unaware of. Well, maybe the String Scientists that are talking about 11 dimensions have some idea. But, not me!
Actually, this Time and Place that I am in is WAY TOO MUCH for me to grasp. I try. I try to keep up. But, it isn’t just a matter of learning new information. More and more I am having to rebuild or upgrade my mental maps!
Information to be understood and maybe even used has to be seen in its context. I’m slow at that. When our oldest daughter slowly discovered that her assorted health troubles could be traced back to EMF radiation, I was slow to update my mental map. My old map was of us humans as physical, chemical beings. Upgrading to seeing us as BioElectric Beings took time!
But, it is important. Laurence Gonzales has said, “Some people update their mental maps more often than others. They are called survivors.”
I had no idea how much energy I was using to avoid and deny my fears. That is, I was unaware until I started the turn toward confronting them. I sound brave, but, really all I did was stop playing solitaire and scrabble and reading fun fiction books. Those were all what I used to block reality — putting my head in the sand.
Then when worries came . . . I trusted You enough to look at them and pray about them! It was clear that You were not going to wave a magic wand! But, at the same time it was also clear that You WANT to HELP! I guess, You just want me to “participate” in my reality.
I think I started this Distraction Fast last week. On Friday it was suddenly imperative that I get an Earthing Mat that very day and put it on our bed. My wonderful husband Kit handled it with continued sound sleep. I was a bit more reactive. Being more energized to the point of being wired the first night . . . then adjusting my sleep. And now I’m having intermittent waves of much more energy with periods of recovery. Interesting!
Another result is much more PEACE about situations. I feel confident that our daughters are doing WELL and I do not need to “help” or “worry”. My goodness! That is amazing.
It seems as if the “channel” that FEAR comes in on . . . is the same “channel” that FAITH comes in on. And now that I am standing with You (so to speak) and looking at my fears . . . faith is flooding in. Hm. You command us to FEAR NOT 360 times in the Bible. But, I didn’t get the part about facing them with You.
No one needs to encourage a flower to bloom. But, we humans seem to have a harder time “blooming”. Perhaps that is why being an Encourager is considered as one of the spiritual gifts.
This Wednesday I was SEIZED with a desire to ENCOURAGE a person. Looking back, I realize my encouragement (money) was enough out of the ordinary that I am surprised I wasn’t embarrassed. (Hm. The receiver might have been a bit embarrassed.) But, I was a woman possessed. I pressed on! Joyfully! Smile.
And, God, as You have probably designed it, I ended up being the main beneficiary of my endeavor. Driving home I found myself thinking that I wanted to do something similar. I had wanted to begin this project for some time. But, I hadn’t. Slowly it dawned on me that . . . maybe . . . I could encourage myself. It was a brand new idea!
But, how simple. Indeed, how obvious. I need encouragement! Oddly enough just accepting that thought was breakthrough. And then as I was advocating — to someone else — the importance starting off knowing you were going to make something terrible . . . I took my own advice and STARTED! I’m not exactly blooming . . . but I am beginning! And I am thankful.
I really wasn’t sure if I would make it through yesterday! Wednesday is my busy day . . . and I had added THREE extra events into it. And each event was at least 2 hours long. YIKES! I left home at 6:20 a.m. and returned at 8:15 p.m. On my one break between activity number 2 and number 3 I had 25 minutes. What to do?
No time to go home. But there was time to stop at Kawaikui Beach Park. Time to get in more steps, more sun, and take more photos. Time to enjoy and admire. Time to be grateful.
It was a day spent — invested — in doing worthwhile things that I loved — with people that I love. And then home to my wonderful husband! This is such a gorgeous world, God. I was very thankful for a break to do nothing but stop, walk, and admire.
It comes to me that I don’t need a whole 25 minutes to stop and admire. I can stop anywhere along my full days. . . taking a minute. . . here and there to appreciate. The world is waiting. . .
I’m back . . . after a long time away. Time during which I grieved over our oldest daughter’s reactions to EMF radiation. Grieved (and raged) over the millimeter waves blanketing the city she lives in. . . all part of the fifth generation of the internet. Millimeter waves that THEY insist are safe for humans. But, (read warning) the testing is jiggered and based on it being “non-ionizing”.
Sigh. I confess God, that instead of blaming people like me and our love of the FUTURE . . . or maybe blaming AT&T and Verizon etc who were rushing heedlessly ahead . . . I blamed YOU. I guess I must have thought that You had set a limit on our free will. I thought You had limited it so we couldn’t destroy ourselves! Ah, well . . .
It has taken several months for me to digest all of this — at least digest it to the point where I am accepting responsibility on behalf of my species. After all, I was raised on science fiction and was unknowingly part of the Cult of the Future.
I am THANKFUL . . . even though tired. Actually, I am thankful for the reasons that have made me tired. Families are so incredible precious. I was chatting with a friend and it came to me that all families are imperfect for a reason. It is in them that we learn what love really is. The tough gutty love of having to forgive others and having to forgive ourselves.
And mostly it helps bring us to the reality of being loved as we are . . . imperfect beings! I know, God, that we human beings learn by making mistakes. It takes a lot of falling down before we learn to walk. Then it came to me . . . since we are made in Your image. Do You make mistakes? Do You learn as You go? WOW! Even to dare to ask the question it a bit unnerving.
But, it does strike me that I am in a LEARN AS YOU GO Universe. So, I am pondering my question. Actually, maybe I am using the wrong word when I talk about “Mistakes”. Maybe they are better seen as ONGOING ATTEMPTS — AS STRIVINGS. I like that!
This morning on our church bulletin was a quote from Father Rohr: Jesus didn’t come to change God’s mind about us . . . but to change our minds about God. I like that! Thank You for Easter and all it brings to me in Hope and Love.
After what seems like a very long time . . . I am back . . . daring to write again. I was stopped by a day in which four or five folks started following me. Yikes! This really was a public place. Not just my private meanderings.
That is something we all forget, isn’t it? That we ourselves, our lives, our words and our thoughts even, have a wider effect. And, so when I take myself to a church service . . . or to Centering Prayer as I am this morning . . . I am WANTING Your help. Knowing I need help . . . knowing that being human is a big and complex deal.
I remember YEARS ago, complaining to You that the human brain was too thin to deal with my powerful reptilian brain. Sigh. I do have upwellings of my deeper selves. But, they have ENERGY and STRENGTH in them! They are MY RESPONSIBILITY to manage . . . to love and care for. Double sigh!
So, today, Silent Saturday, — that profound gap between the Death of Jesus and the Resurrection of Jesus — seems like a very good time to resume our conversation. I think it was Father Keating who said, “Silence is God’s first language. All else is a poor translation.”
Ah, help me to be silent, too. And to listen with my heart.