It Gives You…..
a magical life
In a moment’s dip into atypical cynicism, post Elizabeth W. (yes, I am a woman who wants a woman to be president) and pre-pandemic-plague, I heard myself mumble to nobody particular as I walked down the block:
What the F? Life sucks.
My own voice startled me.
My own cynicism frightened me.
I know my life is a blessing, a gift.
I know this moment, no matter what it holds, is an offering.
I know I am able.
Able to age,
Able to meet myself as an old woman.
Yet I just sometimes don’t want to remember that.
Sometimes I’m too tired,
It’s too much work?
Sometimes worrying about it feels easier than
Living into it.
But Life Sucks?
That is not where I choose to live.
That is not who I choose to be.
I started thinking about kindness,
About the gentle tenderness
I can offer
Some people,
Not all
And certainly not many people.
And I started thinking
About a few people
Who are kind,
So kind
To me.
Then I started thinking about my animal companions,
All gone now from this world,
Buzzie the Brilliant Bird,
Lucy the Blond Bombshell Party Dog,
Zac Joey Doodle, my best friend.
Outliving animals does suck.
That is true.
Yet as I conjure their memory,
Individual and collective,
I am met with my own kindness.
Developmentally
They each taught me
How to touch them
With my caring.
I didn’t really know how.
I hardly know now.
In the midst of this cynical day touched and interrupted by soft memory, somehow this video found me.
Let us learn from these, our children:
I adore, ADORE the little boy who says so brilliantly,
“If you be nice, it gives you a magical life.”
Somehow, I believe that is true.
Seeing the best,
Leaning toward the positive,
Opening into connection
And not separation,
Creates the magic of unity consciousness.
I also loved the dear boy who says,
“Everybody turns good.”
How
True
Is
That?
Let’s
All
Turn
Good.
Dear Friends,
What kindness will you give yourself today?
Today I went to visit my friend’s dog, Spencer. Even though she wasn’t home, Spence was on the grass, chewing on his bone, grooving on the sun. He ran over, gave me a giant kiss, and returned to his munching.
It was a giant, giant gift to me, indeed. A slobbery dog kiss, just what I needed.
And dear friends, what kindness can you offer another? Without proclamation, without announcement, what act of kindness can you bestow?
In the giving, in the receiving, we are all blessed.
To the returning light,
Aruni