April 16, 2017 (day 47/the beginning)
I made a conscious decision last Thursday in speaking with an advisor and wise friend about this daily writing. I made the commitment for Lent to do something active rather than give something up, and the shift in doing so has been profound. I now have discipline and rhythm to show up and see what comes that I did not have before. Hence my invitation to like this page which will eventually (soon!) connect to the mothership of a blog and website. I am a list maker box checker scorekeeper. I don’t want to lose momentum. If I pause to rest on my laurels or satisfaction, I may not come back. Just show up. It IS Easter Sunday and for my church people, alleluia, alleluia. The sun shone brightly this morning in Boston and the forsythia is just blooming. So in thinking about moving forward, the message I heard this morning right on cue. Easter is not the end, it is the beginning. I hear Bruce singing, “come on up for the rising…”.I often say “thank goodness God is in charge of the seasons” because I am a clinger. I love my life AND I want it to stay as it is. And in the good news of moving forward, it also means we cannot go back to things as they were. As good as it seemed. And sometimes as hard. There is a script of my life I am definitely NOT writing. With unforeseen detours, some “good” some “bad” and as I get older I see they are just episodes for the next season I wasn’t quite aware of or ready for. Or so I thought.
I made a conscious decision last Thursday in speaking with an advisor and wise friend about this daily writing. I made the commitment for Lent to do something active rather than give something up, and the shift in doing so has been profound. I now have discipline and rhythm to show up and see what comes that I did not have before. Hence my invitation to like this page which will eventually (soon!) connect to the mothership of a blog and website. I am a list maker box checker scorekeeper. I don’t want to lose momentum. If I pause to rest on my laurels or satisfaction, I may not come back. Just show up. It IS Easter Sunday and for my church people, alleluia, alleluia. The sun shone brightly this morning in Boston and the forsythia is just blooming. So in thinking about moving forward, the message I heard this morning right on cue. Easter is not the end, it is the beginning. I hear Bruce singing, “come on up for the rising…”.I often say “thank goodness God is in charge of the seasons” because I am a clinger. I love my life AND I want it to stay as it is. And in the good news of moving forward, it also means we cannot go back to things as they were. As good as it seemed. And sometimes as hard. There is a script of my life I am definitely NOT writing. With unforeseen detours, some “good” some “bad” and as I get older I see they are just episodes for the next season I wasn’t quite aware of or ready for. Or so I thought.
The other postcard I heard was that everything we need to create the life we want already resides within us. Namaste, really. And whatever you believe, our beating heart shines light out into the world with gifts to share. Not without challenge, and that is part of the recipe. Yeast, spice, or sweetener.
Rumi said, “Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.” And that is what I am doing here. Thanks for joining me.
xo, b
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