Awake, my dear,
Be kind to your sleeping heart,
Take it out into the vast
fields of Light,
And let it breathe.
Image – found on Contemplative Monk (Facebook)
Destiny’s frame may not be chosen but there is always a way to stretch its boundaries. An example is the image within the ‘frame’ reflecting my life, a life filled with curiosity and grace. Many would not believe what I have packed into my own frame and there is still plenty of room.
It is important that I begin to reflect on what ‘fills’ my frame acknowledging those who have assisting me in this work. Much of my journey has been achieved with companions willing and strong. Each day someone walks through my door to assist me. If I tried to list the names of all these companions/caregivers we could very easily end up with a small town! From nursing students to professional barrel racers (cow girl and her horse), from women who were native to Switzerland to women who have barely been outside their small, rural American town.
Germany, Sweden, Latin America, and across this country – I have been introduced to the world in a most personal way. I have learned to be surprised by nothing even when I hear the care assistant say she received her first gun at 10 (probably not the most shocking but something that can be shared). I have learned to listen, been counselor, presided over marriages and sat by hospital beds and joined care assistants in funeral homes as an advocate or a shoulder for support. Boundaries — oh yes, it is a task to keep boundaries clear with those who work with me day in and day out. Their job is extremely personal which often requires living with ‘grace in the grey’.
This is a community of people who continue to ‘walk’ the road with me, joining me as support to be independent. Their diversity keeps me on my game. Their willingness allows me to continue my work stretching Destiny’s frame. Their presence reminds me to remain grateful.
Glory be to you, O God, for the gift of life unfolding through those who have gone before me.
Glory be to you, O God, for your life planted within my soul and in every soul coming into the world.
Glory be to you, O God, for the grace of new beginnings placed before me in every moment and encounter of life.
Glory, glory, glory for the grace of new beginnings in every moment of life.
(John Philip Newell, Celtic Benediction; Morning and Night Prayer, 61-65)
Sticks in a bundle cannot be broken.
Bundled – a baby is wrapped securely creating a sense of safety, wheat is gathered and bound to be shared with all who are hungry, the wounded are firmly bandaged to bring comfort and healing.
When communities are bundled – people safely care for one another, people freely feed one another, people pray and listen and work until all are whole.
Could it happen? Does it happen?
(Art from Ascetic Experience)