Welcome to the inside of a quiet moment on Sunday morning. I was about to write in my journal when I got a strong call to write to you as I was integrating the meaning of the cards I pulled this morning from the The Mystics Oracle Deck. This isn’t a post only about Gratitude, Mysticism and the Collective, but rather a bow to how humbling it can be to live in this world. And perhaps, it shall be a call to use our gifts to expand into the light that is our birthright.
Here is the magic I wish to share:
- You can use gratitude as medicine. Yesterday, as I was hanging laundry for a trip which begins at 2:45am on Monday morning when I had only returned less than 24 hours prior, I felt a sadness run through my body. It was the sadness of leaving combined with fatigue. Instead of fighting it, I paused and let myself feel it. Without consciously shifting out of it, I noticed where it landed in my body. Then I talked to it. And I said, “Yes, I am sad about leaving my husband and son.” And then I thought about where I was going. I have an affection for the state, and remembered some of the people that I am going to see. One of them is a dear friend. I happen to work with her. I smiled, this I could feel in my heart–it was actually smiling. I get paid to work with someone I love. And then I thought about several of the other people and realized how I was looking forward to seeing them and laughing with them. This is the re-frame. It is not shoving down my sadness with gratitude. It is objectively looking at all of it together in one bowl. For more on navigating conflicting emotions, read this post.
- Magic is accessible to everyone. Today is Pentecost Sunday. Despite the fact that I was raised Catholic, I wasn’t sure what that meant. So I went to my new Episcopal church’s newsletter and clicked on a link where someone told the story behind today’s celebration. Bottom line, the apostles were touched by the Holy Spirit and able to speak in a language or languages understood by all of the diverse cultures in Jerusalem. Magic is like that. When you approach the world with an open heart, there is a translation of your spirit into a universal love. Staying grounded in that love is one of the most powerful tools for thriving. And I promise you that everyday magic will spring forward in some of the most unexpected ways.
- Boundaries and “no thank you” are the peaceful warriors best allies. Warrior and peace may not seem to go together. However, there’s a force, strength and energy which I find essential to living in the world and navigating immense amounts of pain–my own and that of others. At the same time, there is an art to yielding and allowing what is, to just be. For example, I know that I cannot heal the wound of racism in the U.S., but I can extend kindness equally. And I can speak out in the very moment of witnessing discrimination. I am also incredibly careful about who sits in my inner circle. It’s not about exclusivity, it’s about the boundaries of my heart. It may be open, but there are sentinels guarding the gates. And those individuals are my dearest friends and family. And the sentinels, much like at Buckingham Palace (that’s right, I found a Royal Wedding link), rotate on and off duty as I do for them. There is a space between me and some of my dearest friends right now. It varies whether the space was carved by me or the other or both. I don’t over analyze it. I just allow it to be. That is the yielding required by the peaceful warrior. For when you allow for spaciousness, there is room for growth. For more on this topic, read Shine the Pot: When to Let Go of Friends (and Family).
That’s all for now. I’m off to church. I am wishing you great happiness today and every day. And when there is despair, talk to it. Allow it. And then go into your medicine bag and find what works for you. Nature takes up a lot of real estate in my bag. Here’s a film I made in the first week of my Mystic Athlete, 80 days of Notes and the Body movement. It includes some of the most beautiful trees I have seen in a while. It also includes the funny story of me running to a plane with my shoes off and the magic of landing in my favorite number over and over and over. To learn more about the Mystic Athlete, visit the previous post.