Greetings,
Once again, to my
relief, I was not called to report to jury duty today.
Knowing me well, my Maui sister, Joan,
gifted me with a Border's gift certificate for Christmas. After a whole afternoon of contented browsing, I
winnowed a tall stack of possibilities down to a single hardback that
had been obliquely recommended to me.
An unexpected but welcomed
illuminating tome, it is a profound read, hardly fluffy or
popcorn. I am finding it astonishingly coherent with and supportive of
a 'mantra' that spontaneously embedded itself into my consciousness almost 30
years ago. Although I claimed and embraced this 'mantra' as my own,
I
have never fully understood the wherefores:
(I am) Happy,
Healthy, One with God
Over the years, I don't
just say the words. Sometimes I sing them. Especially
when showering. While not exactly arias, my made-up tunes are
uplifting and keep those words in the fore to serve as
shining stars, helping to illuminate my life
path.
Do you have a mantra?
My analytical, linear mind is
being challenged by this book, experiencing moments of exasperation and protest.
#%*!
It is having an altogether tough time trying to grasp its content,
although the intermittent "aha" of unmistakable
recognition or insight encourage me to push onward.
In contrast, my heart is
purringly lapping it all up, giving my mind no mind at all.
Unlike a novel, I can only
read it in small doses. No long gulps here. I find myself taking breaks--
like this one -- to mull things
over. Just when I'm ready to give up on it, I'm drawn
right back to it. Upon rereading passages, I am gifted with just
enough of a glimpse of comforting truth, just enough to rewarding a
hungry mind grasping for understanding.
When their wisdom is teased
out, the words create a sense of being embraced. I sit there,
smiling, nodding, even patting my heart.
But it has been slow-going. This is not a book to be skimmed or
speed-read.
I've
decided to read it aloud. Maybe hearing the words will help.
My
(overly) sensible,
logical mind is far too accustomed to the straightforward delivery of
hard facts and empirical observations. Nothing worthwhile is
easy, and this finely-layered book promises to be worth my while.
I daresay that it might even
be transformative, as I'm getting a
strong inkling that it is no accident that this book's appearance
coincides with this peculiar week in my life. My entire
work week was vacated of all appointments and commitments so I can
be on call
for jury duty, yet two days into the work week, I have not yet been
called.
I also will have tomorrow free, as again my jury group has
not been called to service.
There are no
coincidences, no accidents. This convergence of events --
cold, book, and being on call for jury duty that has freed up my
days this wee, providing a stillness -- has all the earmarks of a
divergence in the road ahead. One of those Ka
Manawa Pono experiences: The Time is Now.
I've been anticipating it,
that it has been waiting in the wings for this opportune time of
stillness to help me make sense of this journey.
Synchronicity.
"Life is a Gift."
Wholeheartedly,
Author
Unknown
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