One Word at a Time
As I find my way through the rough-and-tumble events of my past week, I consider the fortuitous convergence of the festivals of light that land in these next few days; winter solstice, Chanukah, Christmas, and Kwanza all falling within a few days of one another. This powerful alignment supports me leaning away from my own self-referenced anxiety, and leaning toward contemplating the light and its inevitable return to us.
As we open ourselves up to the turn of the season and of the year, let’s listen to the heart of Lalla, a 14th century Indian mystic and saint. Here is her description of our relationship to that light:
Playfully you hid from me.
All day I looked.
Then I discovered
I was you,
and the celebration
of That began.
What would it be like to imagine there is ultimate unity between yourself and all of life?
What would it look like to practice that insight this week, with a tiny, simple and specific step?
What would your celebration of “That” look like, as a consistent practice? How might you connect to others and to all?
Just breathe and relax. And consider.
Dear Friends, during this week of light, may you, your loved ones, and your not-so-loved ones all be held in grace. May the highest of blessings unfold for All.