Settling into Place – Cashiers Library, September 3rd, 2016

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Do broken hearts stop us? – Or bid us reach Higher?

“When my arms grew long and strong enough I started pulling myself up onto the roof to lie back under the stars, praying for their vast peace to drain off some of this hurt. I ached for something higher, richer, undeniable, and there were moments when I was teased with just a glimpse. I could lose my heart in a picture of Jesus or Mary, in a rainy autumn sunset, or a field of stars, and it was like I’d gone home. Everything dissolved into pure, aching sweetness. How vast love can be when we don’t hack off a chunk and hoard it, call it ours, or chain it to someone; when it isn’t love for some thing or someone, just love.

“I was only allowed brief visits to this world beyond worlds though, and couldn’t bring the bliss back with me. Trying to hold on to that soul piercing, excruciating sweetness was like tearing my heart apart; but maybe that was exactly the point. Broken hearts show us we’ve grown out of one stage, by ripping us wide open for the next.

“We’re forced to choose what we do with all that pain: turn it against ourselves, aim it at someone else, or tap all that power and reach higher.”

– From “Entertaining Naked People”.

 

Quad Bike

Yesterday I heard another story of living in our ‘Now’ with resilience and optimism.  Jim, now retired, told me of his life dedicated to building bridges everywhere in the world, from his first simple footbridge to seemingly impossible spans over terrifying chasms.  The bigger the challenges the more he delighted in finding beautiful, practical solutions.   I feel that we all live this way in our daily lives, constantly devising coping strategies to overcome or navigate our Lifetests. 

This fascinating man then told me of his nephew, John.  Two years ago John was following his uncle into an engineering career, a superbly fit sportsman, he was relishing every single Lifemoment.  He loved triathlons until a random twig snagged the front wheel of his bike during the downhill cycling section.  The next five months were spent in a spinal unit building the bridge to his new life, paralysed from the neck down.  That was the resilience part of John’s story.  

As for his ‘Now’ and his optimism?  He has just taken delivery of a brand new quad bike capable of speeds up to 70 mph!  John continues to lap up every juicy drop of Life, the shivers of terror adding to his joy.  He puts to good use every technological development, gratefully embracing each additional freedom his evolving computer gives him.   I have a wonderful vision of him, strapped to the quadseat, navigational straw clenched in his teeth flying over the Lakeland fells, leaving a trail of inspirational bridges in his vapour trail for us all to follow.   I am off to rev up my own particular quad bike. 

 

I mentioned in the first sentence ‘another story’ – a blog which inspires me is ‘A Spiritual Journey’ – see my link – it is well worth a visit.   Posted by lyndielou