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Wishing You an Epiphany

The season of Epiphany is known as the renewal of light and revelation. It is celebrated in some churches to acknowledge the visit of The Magi to Baby Jesus.  It is also celebrated to help humans remember that we each have a limited time on Earth and to remind us to live, consciously, finding the Sacred, the Holy, in each day, in the “ordinary”, the “mundane” of our life. Thereby living the present day as if it is the only one we have.  And for some of us, it is.

If you remember “Our Town,” a play from Thornton Wilder, there is a scene in a graveyard….the young heroine, who has just died, is being comforted by beings from the Spirit realm.  In her grief the young woman asks to revisit one “unimportant” day in the life she has just left.  Her wish is granted. As she moves through that day she realizes all that she took for granted, all that she missed the “importance” of from that day. She confides to her spiritual comforters (and to us):  “I didn’t realize all that was going on and we never noticed…Good-bye world.  Good-bye Grover’s Corners….Mama and Papa.  Good-bye to clocks ticking…and Mama’s sunflowers.  And food and coffee.  And new-ironed dresses and hot baths…and sleeping and waking up.  Oh, Earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you.”

During this season of Epiphany, a moment in which you suddenly see or understand something in a new or very clear way (Merriam Webster), may each of us find the Sacred and the Holy in our own “unimportant” days.  Understanding that in doing so, at the end of our lives, we can leave in peace, knowing that we lived fully with awareness and in gratitude.

by Belledessa

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My Heart Thrills

I have never shared with any one what I am sharing here so please bear with me if I seem to go on a little too much, if I do it is simply to allow words to get as close to my level of inner joy of these experiences as possible.

For as long as I can remember my heart thrills as I listen to the songs of birds, the whirr of cicadas, crickets, grasshoppers, the stirrings of wind, the timpani of thunder, the crack of lightning, the rustle of fallen leaves as I purposely shuffle through them to amplify the sound, the gurgles of streams on their way to rivers, the croak of the bullfrog and the song of tree frogs, the snorting and rooting around of animals as they find their food and make a comfortable resting place, and even when laying on the ground hearing the diminutive sounds made by unseen entities, and oh, the crackles and pops that come from a fire, the unique sound of the wind as it passes through evergreens then cottonwoods or maples or oaks, the fluttering of a moths wings, buzzzzzing of bees as they gather pollen from first one blossom then another….I could go on. And the silence when no sounds from humans can be heard and any sounds of nature are indiscernible…I can rest in that silence.  These sounds along with the scents of soil, tree bark, grass, flowers, rain, tomato plants and honeysuckle (to name a few); the brushing of the wind on my face, the sun as it warms my body, the texture of stones and leaves; the variety of colors, shapes, designs, and variations of each of them combining
into myriad patterns to please the eye.

I have never understood why so few people I have met experience a similar inner response as mine to all of these communiqués.  Instead I hear: “I wish the wind would quit blowing,” “The stupid birds singing woke me up,” “I hate the sound of the locusts,” “It’s too quiet.”

The sounds, scents, textures, visual variety of the natural world are here to interact with us, to calm us, to inspire us, to comfort us, to help us let go of whatever it is that is an irritant to our soul, to motivate us to live a little more fully and authentically.

As David Abram lifts up in his book The Spell of the Sensuous, the “magic” available to each human is in altering one’s common state of consciousness “precisely in order to make contact with the other organic forms of sensitivity and awareness with which human existence is entwined.”  I personally have always believed in the existence of magic and it is Mr. Abram’s definition of magic that most resonates with me: “Magic…is the experience of existing in a world made up of multiple intelligences, the intuition that every form one perceives–from the swallow swooping overhead to the fly on a blade of grass, and indeed the blade of grass itself–is an experiencing form, an entity with its own predilections and sensations, albeit sensations that are very different from our own.”

I am inviting you to experience magic in your day, every day. May your life be full and your heart thrilled.

~ Belledessa