We’ve likely heard all the clichés about New Year’s, making resolutions, breaking resolutions, how to make and not break resolutions, etc. I am not going to add to the list. Besides we can always Google that stuff any time. Instead, I will just wish all of you the best possible year to come and leave you with the following:
“May Light always surround you;
Hope kindle and rebound you.
May your Hurts turn to Healing;
Your Heart embrace Feeling.
May Wounds become Wisdom;
Every Kindness a Prism.
May Laughter infect you;
Your Passion resurrect you.
May Goodness inspire
your Deepest Desires.
Through all that you Reach For,
May your arms Never Tire.” D. Simone
Comments are welcomed.
Let’s talk miracles. Tis the season, after all. Let’s begin with the wonderful thing about miracles which is that they happen. Where do they happen? When do they happen? To whom do they happen? I believe they can happen anywhere anytime to anyone. It’s a matter of perspective, belief and noticing. Some would say that miracles are happening all around us, all the time. What could those miracles be?
We might think of miracles in the Biblical sense. That could include survival when death seemed imminent or a certainty, for example. We often hear about such situations on the news. Or we might hear about something that was an impossibility becoming a reality.
Then there are the miracles in nature. A walk through a forest or climbing a mountain could inspire awe. How does all the flora and fauna know what to do from season to season? Said flora and fauna did not appear on the planet with instruction manuals. Even we, as human beings, can be considered miraculous creations. Our physical make-up alone is wonderous. George Bernard Shaw once said that life itself is the miracle of all miracles.
It is all how we choose to view everything in and around us. Here are some quotes that speak to it much better than I.
All is a miracle. The stupendous order of nature, the revolution of a hundred millions of worlds around a million of stars, the activity of light, the life of all animals, all are grand and perpetual miracles. Francois Voltaire
Miracles happen every day. Not just in remote country villages or at holy sites halfway across the globe, but here, in our own lives. Deepak Chopra
Miracles seldom occur in the lives of those who do not consider them possible. There could be a miracle waiting for you this minute. Please make room for it in your thinking. Neale Donald Walsch
There you have it. What miracle might we stumble upon today? It’s there for the noticing.
Wishing you peace, joy and good health for the holidays and coming year.
Comments are welcomed.
Well, I had a blog written and ready to go when a newsletter from the To’Do Institute popped up in my in box. I took a minute to peruse it. There was an account written by Gregg Krech about how, for many years, his family have decorated their Christmas tree with gratitude. It was such an out of the ordinary, thoughtful, inspiring concept that I decided to chuck my blog (or maybe save it for next year) and post Gregg’s writing instead. A practice such as this can surely remind us of our blessings and how often we are the beneficiaries of good will and kindness.
“Decorating the holiday Christmas tree can be a great family activity. When our daughters were young, we designed an approach to decorating the tree which became one of the most mindful and enjoyable activities of the season. Both our daughters are in college now, but this tradition has served us well for fifteen years.
We first displayed our growing and eclectic collection of ornaments on the table, ranging from simple pre-school treasures to ornaments fit for the tree of a Russian Czar, and then took turns selecting and hanging one ornament at a time.
But before we would hang each ornament, we’d dedicate the ornament to a specific person. We’d announce who it was dedicated to, why we chose them and what we wanted to thank them for. A friend might get a snowman ornament in honor of the snowy creatures they made in our yard. An aunt might get an angel, in honor of her thoughtfulness and care. The piano teacher might get a miniature piano.
The ornaments would go up, one by one, and the tree would become a canvas of love and support. Each ornament represented the kindness and generosity of someone we know or have known.
In some cases, we dedicated an ornament to someone who was no longer alive and, in doing so, honored that person’s life and our memory of them.
We might spend 30-40 minutes each evening for 3-4 nights before completing this process. The decorating itself becomes a practice of reflection on our good fortune.”
Comments are welcomed.
Okay. I mentioned I might consider writing an elf story for you. I wasn’t sure I would actually do it. Well, here it is. This is a tale about a little known, in truth a totally unknown elf named Eddie. Eddie was born and raised at the North pole llike all of Santa’s elves. Eddie was a fine, yet nondescript, fellow. He minded his parents and teachers growing up. When he came of age, he went to work in one of Santa’s workshops. He always did his very best with whatever was asked of him. Eddie kept his elf nose in his own business, never complained, never participated in the elf gossip. Consequently, Eddie went unnoticed by the other elves. This did not seem to bother him. He was exceptionally observant which led to his grand idea. He became so consumed by his idea that he worked up the courage to make an appointment with Santa.
Santa could see Eddie was nervous, so he provided extra marshmallows with the customary hot chocolate. Eddie told Santa that he noticed that the elves were generally a happy lot, especially when the baker elves treated them with fresh cookies. He said that he also noticed that at times there was grumbling and criticizing of each other. Then Eddie said to Santa. I’ve thought of something that might make a difference when there is nattering and complaining.” Santa seemed most interested and urged him to continue.
Eddie explained that he had learned through his observations that elves were happier and worked harder when they were acknowledged for doing their jobs well. Eddie continued to say that he also noticed that each of the workshops had a big , empty white board. Eddie said he didn’t know what these white boards were for because no one ever used them. Then Eddie launched into his big idea. “Santa, what if we turn those white boards into like a happiness board? If the manager elves and the elf workers noticed an elf kindness or an especially beautiful toy was made and wrote a note and posted it on the white board for all to see, it would make us very happy. You know, like a note posted saying elf Clem shared his best paint brush with elf Sammy.”
Santa was intrigued. He thanked Eddie and said he and Mrs. Santa would discuss it further.
To make a long story a little bit longer, Santa and Mrs. Santa had a meeting with the entire elf population. It was decreed that all of the white boards in all of the workshops would become Joy Boards. The elves shared their ideas for what to post. The elves were very enthusiastic about developing the Joy Boards. As time went by, Eddie’s grand idea led to greater cheerfulness and verve throughout the North Pole. There were very few incidents of squabbling or discontent. Due to the great success of the Joy Boards, Santa honored Eddie with a new position. Eddie became the North Pole’s Mirth and Merriment Maven. In fact, over the eons, Eddie’s offspring took up the mantle of Mirth and Merriment in perpetuity, so that the North Pole would always be a place of flourishing and well-being for all it’s residents.
There are two morals to this story.
One: A little thoughtfulness, a little consideration can make all the difference.
Two: When you seek to find the best in others, you discover the best in yourself.
Comments are welcome.