What with house guests, business-building, Spring cleaning, the earthquake and tsunami (watched, eerily, live on TV); the continually riveting news in the Middle East, and turning sixty, all within the month of March, I just haven’t had the focus to write here.
My third novel, at about the halfway point, seems to be on hiatus, and I fear for its future. All the months of piano practice gaining finger strength leading up to my early December recording session has largely been lost (though not the confidence gained, thank goodness). Even my computer got a virus, so I’m working, uncharacteristically, on my 27" Mac, a daunting machine which continues to whoop my ass, as I wait for my dear PC’s return from the hospital.
But April is upon us, a sunny Spring indeed here in L.A., and I’m ready to go round again. Because it’s all about cycles. Little cycles--the routines of each day; and the ever-larger ones that ripple out all around us, the results of our action (sometimes our inaction!), within the context of a rapidly changing world.
And what a world! Hopeless optimist that I am, I see each day as a symbol of Life’s eternal, rejuvenating fertility...perhaps another term for God’s forgiveness. Considering how often we, as a race, have f’d things up, the days keep coming, world without end, literally! Another opportunity to “get it right”. And if that ain't love, I don't know what is!
So, one tries to forgive one’s self for the little lapses. Either that or blow our brains out, which, again, we might have done long ago had Life’s unfolding days and years not proved there IS another chance. So many opportunities for change, in fact, that we finally realize we even have a choice as to how we want to proceed.
In changing, perhaps fearful times, how DO we proceed? “Our minds derail us with logic that is supported by fear,” so said an Oracle. We can test our inner guidance system by asking, “Does this feel like love?” or “Does this make me afraid?” People who are afraid of change will always revert to fear-mongering, be it political tyranny, or some other teaching that conditions “salvation” on the subjugation of our heart’s voice; a voice that only speaks the language of love and unity.
Like the earth seen from space, that Voice knows no national boundaries. That Voice reflects our innate unity like a loving promise. As times get shaky; with change afoot on so many levels (as we grow up as a race!) I believe we’ll be best served acting out of love which unifies instead of fear which divides. Have the “old ways” served us? Would we be in the precarious state we’re in if they had? Is the trajectory of our collective actions taking us to where we say we want to go?
Change is the very definition of Life’s Process, and make no mistake, life will go on whether we like it or not. So, what is a change--an action--we can trust? “Does this feel like love?”