(Origin: The Thought Palette)
Becca at “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercups Tea”
presented me with this nomination.
Talk about giving my heart a vitamin pill!
– Thank you, Becca –
you bowled me over with this vote of confidence.
(When we learn how to manufacture this Love pill you just served
we’ll put pharmaceuticals out of business.)
My Beloved Guides teach me to laugh at myself. They’re chuckling now. They have been presenting a stream of reminders of the Love that is here for the asking.
It’s here for all of us.
We simply need to ask.
How about you?
At times, the world weighs. The demands may be as silent as midnight on a mountain peak, but my sense of helplessness can mute my soul overwhelmingly.
Here’s what I mean (This may appear “religious”. It is not):
Years ago a tiny nun, as vibrant as a flag tied down during a mountain’s blizzard, came to teach Contemplative Meditation techniques. Twenty of us were each given a different passage from the Bible and Sister Lucille began guiding us through the process. We were silent throughout this process.
We re-read our passages between stages of absorbing them, considering them, and thinking thinking about them. In other words, we allowed the meaning to seep into us. “There is no right or wrong,” she assured us, “it’s how your passage speaks to you.”
After finalizing the third reading stage, the meditation began: “Now! Let yourself go into the scenario,” she urged.
In my passage, Jesus went into the temple and turned over the money-changers’ tables. I observed his determined demeanour as he steadily and predictably moved from one table to another. He spoke with authority to merchants as he drove away doves, sheep and cattle. The money-changers stood back – afraid, unsure and angry. Jesus’ reputation had preceded him.
That was the end of the passage given to me, but not the end of my meditation.
I was in the story. It continued.
When Jesus turned to walk away, one of the money-changes, Levi, called out to him. “Please. I want to talk to you!” he said to Jesus. “Come and break bread with me in my home where we can speak uninterrupted.”
The disciples were miffed. They could not comprehend Jesus “lowering” himself by sharing a meal in this money-changer’s home. Jesus responded by alluding to the shepherd who will leave his herd to rescue one sheep that is lost.
Although I was an observer throughout most of the meditation, I was shocked to realize I could also be each one of the characters during pivotal moments. I felt Jesus’s sadness over the disciples not yet being able to see the unity of humankind; his knowing that they would eventually understand, but feeling the aloneness wash over his being yet again.
At the end of the meditation, Sister Lucille called us together. We were invited to share our experiences or ask questions.
There was no way I was going to reveal my claim to bearing feelings reserved for Jesus. How dare I?
After a few people spoke, a man who is an ordained clergyman, began his description. Tears dripped off his cheeks. His passage had been the one about Jesus washing the feet of the disciples.
The clergyman, without hesitation, said he’d been Jesus throughout his meditation. I was awed. As Jesus, he found himself washing endless pairs of feet, not just those of the disciples. He wept over stories told to him as he washed people’s feet. He wept over his love for their humanness. He wept because he dared look up to see the line of people that would last forever.
It’s like the endless number of profound messages in a forever line-up of excellent blogs.
At times, I feel overwhelmed standing amongst you.
At times, I am so full of the clatter of doing business in the Temple that I don’t see the reminder of what is sacred.
At times, I feel washing feet is the only service I can possibly offer.
Then, my Beloved Guides send me a miracle. They send me someone like Becca. And they remind me that each one of us, if we could only see our beauty in the way The Divine sees us, we would never be overwhelmed.
Now the difficult task choosing a few to nominate… I will nominate some bloggers who, especially in 2012, have reminded us that all of us are here for more than foot washing. I’m basing the nomination on: their stories, the lives they live, the Love they emanate, the insights they share, and the basic goodness they serve consistently.
They fill me with such hope for great line-up of humanity.
who, living up to her name, describes herself: “Old, crafty, stylish, shape shifter, loyal, kind, takes no prisoners nor any B.S.” She forgot to mention “wise as hell”, but trust me…she could spot a wooden nickel from the top of any political platform. When it comes to detecting phoniness, she looks like she invented x-ray vision.
who has left her mountain ranch in Colorado (for a few months) to help another ranch woman, in Patagonia, write her memoirs. What an adventure! Gin doesn’t travel light – she packed up two of her Loves – her husband and her German Shepherd.
who not only writes about the magnificence in the ordinary, but walks the talk by putting out numerous containers of water for all living creatures.
who educates her readers about important issues such as buying locally and healthily grown food. Plus, she practices what she teaches. Her family will be carrying the message.
who says that he seeks inner peace through Gratitude, Learning and Beauty. His wife and he, both India-born, are well-educated parents of two young adults. They currently live in Oman. Shakti’s presence in the Blogosphere is one of gentle questioning and superlative encouragement. He personifies what he seeks.
I will stop now.
When all who qualify are listed at one time, the line-up is too overwhelming.