Why this? Why now?

I have given a great deal of thought to whether or not a blog is right for me. I have been on an amazing journey - some of it very sad, some of it profoundly joyful. Transformation is possible - I know because it is happening with me.

I can't say for sure when it all started, other than it started happening with tremendous regularity upon my 40th birthday. This may be a rather normal occurence - you reach a certain age and start wondering if this is all there is in life. Am I doing what I'm meant to be doing? Are my beliefs real - what are my beliefs exactly?

Here's a smattering of the journey -

I got a divorce and began to discover and explore life from a much different perspective.

I began thinking about my health and researching and reaching out to learn things like: what I should be doing to avoid heart disease. The book, The China Study, changed my life. I am now a vegetarian. This also led me to quit smoking....and finally to stop drinking, too (I don't care what the studies say - just eat the grapes instead).

I have embarked upon an incredible spiritual journey - from a comparative religions class, to studying Ayurvedic living (of which I'm now studying to become an instructor), to learning more about Buddhism, and, as documented here in my blog, an active study of A Course In Miracles.

I am in a place in my life where I finally recognize very consciously that what I put in my mind and in my body is what comes out. As I am reminded most days when listening to Deepak Chopra's soul affirmations, "My body is the garden of my soul."

May I be of vessel of spirit, of loving-compassion.

Yes, I do think a blog is right for me. Thank you for joining me.
Namaste,

mac

Friday, March 18, 2011

Day 77 - Lesson 76

I am under no laws but God's.  This was my mantra all day.  This and I visited the Sweet Spot - a guided meditation about peace with davidji.  I worked this morning, but then flew all day and into the evening. 

Prior to my second flight, the TSA agent, upon entering the secure area of the airport, was bizarre in how he was processing folks.  I felt for him because he was alone and trying to manage three lines.  However, there was no rhyme or reason in the way he was handling the situation.  I kept smiling at him with my mouth, my eyes, and my heart.  As I was proceeding to the jetway to enter the plane, a woman with a large and cumbersome package stepped in front of me and proceeded ahead of me.  She was concerned that people would jostle her and her expensive package.  As we got on the plane, I realized that she was seated right next to me.  She held up the entire line as she tried to fit her pricey package in the compartments above the seats.  This wasn't going well and I could feel the tension rising from her and the other passengers nearby.  I felt myself dreading 'dealing' with her for a three hour flight.

I sat back and asked myself, "What would love do?  God, what would you have me do?"  So, of course, I engaged her in conversation.  She really needed someone to talk to and I was chosen to be that person.  She needed some compassion and I chosen to give it.  She was interesting, funny, and told me about a couple of good books to check out.

There was a time, not so long ago, that I would have not just dreaded sitting next to this person, I would have shown impatience and probably would have even been rude to her.  Thank you that I am less and less that person.  I am under no laws but God's....

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