I recently saw the movie, Miracles from Heaven (highly recommend). It's the story of a young girl who experiences an inexplicable cure from a debilitating and life threatening illness after falling 30 feet out of a tree. God certainly does work in mysterious ways. In any case, at the end of the movie, the girl's mom (played by a fantastic Jennifer Garner) quotes Albert Einstein, "There are only two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is a miracle." Hard to know which side of the equation Einstein was on, since he did not believe in a personal God, or perhaps any God at all. Regardless, it's always been one of my favorite quotes because the idea that everything is a miracle got me past my miracle policing stage. As soon as miracles are censored, this one is and that one isn't, then we're no longer in charge of our own signs and wonders. If I've learned anything about miracles, it's that they are most definitely in the eyes of the beholder.
A couple of years ago, I wrote our newsletter about 'wondering', a nice action-verb involving some combination of imagination and curiosity. Einstein's "everything is a miracle" makes me think more in terms of wonderment. Finding oneself in a state of wonder, suspended in time and in the midst of something that forces you to stop and pay attention; kind of like making the shift from a human doing to a human being: a wonder being. Being open and available enough to notice that miracles abound.
When was the last time you stood outside on a pitch dark night, looked up and marveled at the explosion of stars, felt insignificant and awestruck at the the same time? As spring emerges, there is ample opportunity to get lost in color and sound and warmth, the twinkling and sprinkling of miracles are everywhere. But it's the miracles that are subtler, that emanate from a deep place of goodness found in each of us, that if we are not accustomed to noticing that which isn't in front of our noses, will surely be missed. Someone who doesn't have the time but takes the time, giving or receiving the benefit of the doubt, a smile between strangers on the subway; we human beings can be wonder beings for each other.
Einstein also said the most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. "He...who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." Sounds like he was a miracle man to me. (Katie)
In my backyard, for an unknown reason, I have a lot of hummingbirds. I don't have many flowers and I don't have a hummingbird feeder, so I can only guess that they nest around here somewhere close. Often, I have a hummingbird sighting. Even though it has become a regular occurrence, it's still exciting to see them fly by in a whiz, and then suddenly stop, wings beating at some 5,400 beats per minute, still flying but seemingly held in place, hovering in the air as if resting on God's invisible hand.
Living so close to nature as I do, on a rare occasion, I have seen these hummingbirds when they are not flying or hovering. Even hummingbirds pause on a branch or sit on the edge of the bird bath and splash water up onto themselves as if to take a spa break.
I truly appreciate the need to rest, if only for a moment, but like the hummingbird, you don't see me do this often. To be still, to stop the whizzing, and the beating of wings is hard for me. I have a tendency to believe that everything I do is truly "My Job" in the world, and what I do, I do best. And because I have so many interests, I want to do everything!
Have you ever noticed that the really smart birds agree with you when you take on their responsibility? There are many people in the Wild Kingdom of your life who will be happy for you to take on their job too. They tell you that you are the only person who can do whatever it is they want you to do that actually they should be doing. I also have a tendency to believe that what I decide to focus on as important, IS actually important. My adult children have helped me identify this hovering trait: they've told me that sometimes, what I thought was so important, what I thought was SO necessary, was in fact, not that at all. The cookies I baked from scratch, really could have been store bought when I was in that pinch. The minutes I took at the meeting and then laboriously retyped could have remained handwritten. While birds can't decide to slow down while they are out flying, humans can.
When I finally let myself slow down, I notice that I haven't really stopped - like right now as I write this blog or when I garden, both of which I love to do. I want to be able to do these things just for the joy of doing them, but there is this old and recalcitrant part of me that has to remind myself that even though I enjoy this, the activity must have some value outside of my own joy for it to "count" towards the measure of my life. In telling myself I can't slow down, I keep myself from flying.
So many women I know, including myself, have whizzed through life, working 23/7 and some because of the capacity of bi-coastal flights and living, even cram 27 (or more) hours into every day! Even when on vacation, itineraries match the pace of non-vacation days as we plan to drink in every possible moment and experience. I know I did that on my trip to Ireland with my kids; we had so many things to see in such a short time and so few moments to just sit and enjoy the scenery. It literally flew by.
I ask myself why do I love rainy days that force me inside to putter about? Why do I long for a Sunday morning to myself? In my mind at least, there is such an incredible emphasis in this world on productivity and doing as a measure of achievement and joy.
Did you know that hummingbirds are the only birds in the world that can fly backwards? While I am sure there is a natural reason for this, I know there is a metaphor here somewhere. Maybe hummingbirds know that if you fly fast in one direction without much of a pause (reflection) you are bound to have to reverse course. And while I know that some birds can sing when flying, most sing when perched. Maybe they know that when they stop and sing, their song goes farther. I like to think that their song is also sweeter that way.
As I write this, it is the first day of Spring: the Equinox. Ancient cultures took this day off to celebrate the ending of the darkness and the coming of the Light. It is a time of change and rebirth. A time to refocus, and to focus on what is important. At least for today, I promise myself to stop beating my wings and beating myself up and see what happens. (Meb)
As Katie wisely reminded us last month, time waits for no one. As I focus on trying to live more in the moment, it seems strange to me that oftentimes we wait for death before formalizing a celebration of life. While I believe that the conclusion of one's existence here on earth is worthy of marking, both in terms of recognizing the significance of their life's contribution to the world and the miracle of having had someone special in our own lives, sometimes we miss the big picture.Life is to be celebrated each day. (And this Leap Year we even get an extra one!)
The beauty of a sunrise or sunset, the smile of a child, the performance of random acts of kindness all contain cause for celebration. We each know many lives that end too soon and while we mourn their passing, I think there is great wisdom in the words my friend, a widow, shared with me. Because of her loss she finds herself appreciating these simple moments of beauty not just for herself, but for two.
It's the road not taken, the moments not enjoyed that should be a cause for sadness. How many times have we regretted not doing something instead of being deliciously surprised when we make a decision to show up and be present?
Mother Teresa had it right "Life is life...live it." As we come to the end of this month of Valentines Day, love and remembrance, let's celebrate being alive, whether it's reminiscing about the valentine shoe boxes of yore, the humor in a date gone awry or responding to the love you share with your child, parent, sibling, pet or current amour.
Remember the time to celebrate life is now! (Joan)
The older I get, the faster the years seem to roll by, even blur together. Once, not so long ago, I had the school year to glue the days and months together, even the hours. One year was clearly distinct from another, marked by childhood milestones, bicycle to driver's license, kindergarten to high school graduation as our children marked the millions of moments that became the timepiece of our lives. In retrospect, time flies. As Dr. Seuss said, "How did it get so late, so soon?"
Time is a funny thing, isn't it? We waste it, run of of it and frequently need more of it. Time is free and yet free time is hard to come by; we squander it away on our phones and gadgets. Time is short, but can also drag on for the lonely, the bereaved, or for any of us faced at the moment with very real worries. And, despite the claim that on occasion time stands still, the truth is, time waits for no one, ticking off the seconds in precise rhythm until another year has gone.
Einstein called Time an illusion. After all, it exists in a 4th dimension we can't even grasp. C. S. Lewis observed that God must be outside of Time, where there is no past or future but only "an eternal Now." Which brings me to the present, and 2016.
The New Year is here whether we are ready or not. Living in the present is the way we humans might describe the "eternal Now," being mindful of the breath we are taking in this moment, the face of a loved one across the table, what they have to say. Or maybe it's simply being, basking in the beauty of a a sunset. Living in the eternal Now gives us the illusion that Time is, at least, on our side.
Someone once said, "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away." Here's to as many of those miracle moments as you can find in the year to come. (Katie)
(Post by Meb) I write this on the shortest day of the year, a dreary, rainy day, which in California is good news, considering the drought.
The sad news is that my longtime friend, Patty, has gone home from the hospital and is on hospice. I am both full of grief and inspired. Anyone who has ever used child care that has been provided by someone other than a close relative has benefited from Patty's state and national advocacy for high quality, early education and child care. Patty is a force. Her passion and persistence have influenced thousands of people like me to work on behalf of children and families.
They say an angel's work is never done. Perhaps this is because angels know how to lead so that others will follow and carry on their work. Something else about angels that I've noticed; they seem to be good at helping others to fly. As Patty's human life-light wavers, the inspirational light she holds passes on, like the Olympic torch, from hand to hand and heart to heart. It ripples outward, possibly beyond what even she can imagine. I like to think her light will never end.
In the midst of the holiday season, let us take some time to love and appreciate the angels in our midst,the human ones who inspire an d support us, those that work on our behalf, and the angelic host who may show up for a miracle or two when we need one the most. Let take time to thank the teachers, the officers and advocates who have given so much in service of others.
Helen Keller said that, "the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or thought but are felt in the heart." The gifts of the heart are the best ones and they really do light up the world. This holiday season hold your heart-light high. Let it inspire others to do the same. We can all be torches aflame together and for one another, sending the darkness away. (Meb)