Morning has broken—I love all the times of the day, all the seasons, all the colors: my three year old granddaughters at some time, each time they are together, ask and state their favorite colors. Carly’s is pink, Josie has changed hers from red to blue. When they ask Grannie, I reply, “What is Grannie’s favorite color?” And there is a high pitched chorus of , “ALL colors!” Which is true. But “morning has broken” goes with my thoughts this morning, which among a multitude of others has been about “reality checks”. Reality checks are not always bad. I’ve had some that shoot to my joy-center lately, someone who I love dearly, but our relationship “crashed”, best word, but lately there have been signs that this person loves me as much as I love them, which blesses my life. There are also the other checks, though, when we realize, not that we didn’t know, but that we didn’t want to know. There is a person in my life that my sons have over and over again warned me, “Mom, THIS time remember!” But I guess I haven’t wanted to, and over a lifetime have renewed to a high level a relationship that invariably ends in some type of destruction, not just to me. I’m thinking this time I’m going to doze the rubble, and move on. But we want these people to be more than themselves, so when they seem to try, we try with them. There is an old Arab proverb, that I took into my psyche long ago, “You knew I was a serpent when you took me into your bosom”. I took this warning in, yes, but over and over again I bury the warning, because I don’t want it to be that way. I want the relationship, I want the person to be more than themselves, I want them to be the way they are presenting themselves, I don’t want to know that at opportune times, they are going to fall back into their original mold. But though I may be uncomfortable, even despair, it’s never a surprise when it happens. But in the meantime, I saw a wonderful “adventure” video last night, that is amazing, that my spirit rises to, soars to, vibrates to, and the wonderful part is that though it shows scenes all over the world, it comes back to our own lives, our own adventures, the actual life we are living, perhaps that we have become bored with, but that someone else from some other sphere might see as exciting. Just living in America would seem the greatest adventure to most people. I’ll attach it (if this non-techie can), and perhaps it will wake something in your own spirit to the adventure of your own life. And this week, may the Light of the coming Holy Day shine on your own adventuresome life. A parting thought, of my Dad, of that great Adventure he was looking forward to. He read his Bible, Josephus, St. Augustine’s “The City of God”. And he would say, “Syl, I’m looking forward to going!” with a gleam in his eye. Then he would spread his hands, “Now, I don’t want to go before my time.” And again the gleam in his eye. “But I’m looking forward to going.” That Iwo Jima Marine saw leaving for Heaven as his next great adventure. He had one foot here—and one foot in Heaven. Ah, how I miss my dear friend, my Dad, but how easy he made it to deal with his leaving, he didn’t die: guaranteed fact. He left for his next Great Adventure. https://youtube/watch?v=lYyVCyRQXho&feature=player_embedded
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 13:15:56 +0000
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