Located in a dark gym, last week's solstice labyrinth was erected using seven hundred small paper bags, each containing a candle, placed about a foot apart on the floor. I entered the complex, winding route with one simple intention: to be open to receive. Proceeding with clear mind, soft gaze and measured steps, the poignant insights and appreciated reminders arrived.
✪ There are many lights in my life including my husband, daughters, son-in-laws, granddaughter, brother, good friends, and extended family.
✪ Michael's light and mine both shine brightly enough to touch each other, and in this way, we are never apart.
✪ Passing by the people walking towards me along this path full of twists and turns, I was reminded that we are all proceeding towards enlightenment at our own pace, in our own way.
✪ One light is of great value and able to make a huge difference, however, many lights functioning together have the potential to create something greater than the sum of its parts.
Halfway through this walking meditation I intuitively brought my hands together in prayer, and held them thus 'til the end, symbolizing connection to all, visible and invisible - to the others in the room, to those who had gone before me, to those yet to come. Our lights were all shining together, producing one bigger and brighter light. Upon leaving, I felt gratitude for the numerous volunteers who had conceived, produced, and administered this labyrinth. The vibrational rates of the hundreds and hundreds of people wandering this path were raised, helping to elevate humanity as a whole. Returning outdoors, I felt connected to all that is, and today, I hold this experience in my soul as I prepare to step into the new year.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Two stockings now hang by the fireplace, my husband's and mine. After some discussion, we decided to reinstate this tradition, having given it a pass last year. There is some ambivalence here for me; I am glad that we are brave enough to try this out, but experience a pang in my heart each time I notice the one that is not here. Much of today will be spent lovingly preparing Christmas Eve dinner for the sixteen of us celebrating here tonight. However, there is also time set aside for meditation this afternoon, ensuring that I connect on that deeper level with my son. Later, two special candles will be lit - ones standing sentry beside a photo of Michael and Kelly. And as these emotionally charged days unfold, I will continue to focus on gratitude and the abundance of love. This is what nourishes me and enables joy to shine through.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Winter has blown in with the promise of longer days, and shorter nights. Tonight will find me in the city, wandering through a winter solstice labyrinth, created with over 700 candles. A perfect way to celebrate the light within, as well as illuminate all the joy and love that surrounds me.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Trimming the little tree with my family at Boal Memorial yesterday morning, experiencing the intense highs and lows of love. Ever grateful for traditions such as this, which serve to anchor me. Mindfully breathing deeply into my heart to balance what is here, and what is not. Lighting the candles and cuddling the baby. Six of us singing an enthusiastic rendition of "O Tannenbaum." Laughing as we stumbled through the lyrics. In my mind's eye, through all of this, seeing Michael and Kelly working hard in the unseen, offering comfort to the newest little angels who have just arrived. Embracing them with loving arms, helping them settle into that space where souls meet. Together, all of us supporting one another with love.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Taking advantage of the dry weather yesterday afternoon, my daughters, granddaughter, and I, headed over to the outdoor German Christmas Market. Bundled up against the cold, warm beverages in hand, we wandered from stall to stall, appreciating the European wares, festive decorations, and delicious fare. While holding the baby, I watched my daughters conferring with each other over possible stocking stuffers for their husbands, and felt deeply connected to my maternal lineage, both present and past. Many years ago, as a young mother, I had visited a similar market in Germany, with my mother and her sister. Here, as the Oma, out with my daughters and granddaughter, I recognized that the cultural and hereditary connections of women in my family were very much alive. After saying our goodbyes, I arrived home, and while unpacking the white dove I had purchased for my tree, I was aware that every cell in my body felt fully activated. It had been quite some time since I felt this way, and as I searched for the word to best describe this state, it eventually dawned on me: Happiness. A simple outing, resulting in a cherished gift, that serves to sustain me today.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
December 6th. This date eliciting happy childhood memories of annual Nikolaus celebrations, together with other German speaking families. Today, unpacking Christmas boxes, while holding my granddaughter in my arms. Sorting through countless ornaments and decorations. Coming across my son's stocking. Wondering what I might do with it. Something or nothing? Trying to keep the anxiety at bay. Focusing on the beauty in my life. Then, glancing out the kitchen window. Noticing a precious hummingbird landing on the nearby feeder. These exquisite birds symbolizing so much. Incorporated into legends and myths throughout the Americas. When in flight, wingtips tracing out the infinity sign. Messengers between worlds, representing immortality. Bringing uplifting energies of hope, joy, healing, and love. This tiny creature filling my heart, and nourishing my spirit. Sharing treasured gifts by its mere presence.