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How else can one describe
the magnificent beauty of living life, but to cry out with exhilaration in
the middle of our tears, our loneliness, our challenges, our conflicts and
strife, the polishing that rubs away the rough edges from our souls? |
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Aloha and Good Morning At the risk
of sounding like the wild eyed, long haired prophet standing on the street
corner sandwiched by a sign-board stating on the front: “The end is near,”
and on the back: “Save Yourself – Get a Colonic!” I’m going to babble a bit
about the day. Thanksgiving
Day: a glorious day of guilt-free, high calorie consumption, a culinary coup
de grace of cakes and pies, turkey and stuffing; of aunts, uncles, family and
friends. Thanksgiving Day: what a grand excuse to celebrate and laugh, to
play and over-indulge. Who’d have it any other way? Beneath the
revelry lies a certain sense of contemplation, a pondering of the year nearly
passed and the memories, experiences and lessons – the life we’ve packed into each and every day. Some
moments challenged us to near exhaustion, others exhilarated our whole soul
with joy and equanimity and between those moments lay all the pieces from
which we puzzled together our days. |
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Gratitude: the deeper meaning of the day. I
have so much to be grateful for! My family and my friends – the beloved ones
in my life that enfold me with so much love, that challenge me so that I may
grow. I marvel at the sunset and the sky, contemplate waves and leaves waving
in a gentle breeze. I love the way our world welcomes and embraces us with
grandeur. I adore life in its entire dualistic, polarized, challenging,
glorious splendor! Beneath the pretty words and poetry lies
the depth and stillness of that which remains after all the illusions,
patterns, superficial emotionality, turbulence, obligations and distractions
are stripped away. When our contemplations open new insights, when our
meditations sink into the still void of eternal potentiality, when we gaze
into our own deepest, inner core and find the vastness of the universe, of
all that is, reflected there – is not gratitude the grand reward of reminding
connectedness in the mirror of me and you? |
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This year we’ve been dancing with our
shadows, finding the merry rhythm of acceptance spreading like sunrise on the
horizon of our heart-space. In those moments of sudden stillness a quiet
opening filled our senses, a quiet communion with the divine, with all that
God is filling our hearts. Our inner divinity sparkles like diamonds and
gratitude flows from our eyes with gentle, nourishing tears. How else can one describe the magnificent
beauty of living life, but to cry out with exhilaration in the middle of our
tears, our loneliness, our challenges, our conflicts and strife, the
polishing that rubs away the rough edges from our souls? The torrential wind
of life’s lessons may buffet and blow all along my surfaces and yet my heart
space can still be filled with warm, fuzzy, effervescent love bubbles that
rise to the surface of my life to reveal you and you and you. |
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I’ve yet to meet so many of you and yet I
feel such gratitude when I ponder the diaphanous images that waft through my
imagination instead of real faces. I write for myself, and yet the motivation
that keeps me working all this time is the joy of sharing and the knowledge
that your life is reflected in my own and mine in yours. Our souls are
connected. The wings of our spirits brush up against each other as we fly
toward ecstatic reunion with our own divinity and the unassailable knowledge
that separation is both illusory and temporary (although fun and necessary.) So, as the
coming feast fills my pie hole and falls down into my tidal wave of gastric
acid gluttony, and in the micro moments between bites, I’ll be deeply
listening to the symphony of Thanksgiving Day and all that it reminds me of. With love,
gratitude and aloha, Holman |
