Easter is very important to me, it’s a second chance. Reba McIntire
Isn’t this a day of new beginnings? A day to recognize realignment and transformation?
Easter has always inspired me to think of spiritual tune-up. It is more significant in my life than New Year’s Day as a time of hope and renewal. Whether the sun rises at a service or a tulip pops from the ground, it is the emergence of new faith, the beginning of growth.
Life begins again today as it does every day. Somehow it seems more meaningful on Easter.
Last spring I met a man on a ship who, when we were discussing parenting, said, “If I could give my children two things, it would be to teach them meditation and speedreading. That way they could never sleep and learn everything.”
I’ve thought about it a lot. I am a seeker of knowledge. At one time this winter I was listening to Coursera lectures on Modern Mysticism in Europe, Morality in Everyday Life , Emotional Intelligence in Leadership and the beginning of a class on Soul Beliefs. At the same time, I was trying to catch up on some old Psychology lectures from the fall.
I get what I have done to myself. I have changed my daily walks from a time of contemplation to minutes and hours filled with distraction…albeit good information. What I notice is that after years of walking without earbuds, I am a bit thrown off if I don’t have anything that entertains me. My already busy mind has taken on new dimensions.
I realize that it is my personality* to want to do it all. It is difficult for me to make priority decisions because everything is captivating. I hate missing out. F.O.M.S. (Fear of Missing Something) is my middle name.
At this time in my life my best learning is probably not from college professors. And I may not need that stack of books by my bed. What I need is to practice what I have already learned. I need to practice love, thoughtfulness, tolerance, compassion, empathy,
What I need is stillness. Perhaps if I learned that well, I could share it with my children.
*Couple a Gemini with an Enneagram 7 and you have a peripatetic ball of activity.
“Since death is certain, but the time of death is uncertain, what is the most important thing?” Pema Chodron
I am always out of control. Yet I cling to the illusion of a life that I can delineate. I set intentions. I make plans. And then life happens.
My younger daughter was seriously ill in the hospital after a few critical days of pneumonia and septic shock. She’s better now, and I can breathe.
And I have a reminder that I do not maintain order in my life although I am the beneficiary of it at times. I can plan, I can organize, I can get involved in daily routines that feel vitally important. I can consider myself indispensable and worry about everything from keeping appointments to putting healthy meals on the table.
Poof…it all disappears as I sit for hours in a hospital chair, mindless of what was compelling a few hours ago.
I no longer care if the leftover chicken rots and the clothes heap up in the laundry room. I skip my morning routines to make sure my daughter has a healthy smoothie when she wakes in the morning. My hair begins to stand on end and I look down to discover a spot on my jacket that a week before would have embarrassed me. Now I idly examine it, wondering what and when without much interest. Mirrors are not a reality for the moment.
It is another reminder to seek what is important in my life. Another reason to drop form and look for substance. A recognition that uncertainty is a way to practice acceptance. And that acceptance is letting go of control.