I was thinking this morning about my grandparents.
I have one surviving grandparent at this time, but all four left an indelible mark on the shaping of my character and choices…
Watching the unfolding of their lives as a child..seeking sanctuary in both homes at various times in childhood, I was blessed by both the striking lessons in the choices they made and gifted to watch the outcomes of their thought and action.
They all had all too common and harsh upbringings.
However the choices they made in adulthood, and the impact their unions as couples had on the family and community around them was rife with food for reflection.
One couple lived well into their late nineties, grew closer and closer to the light as they aged, their skin becoming luminescent ..parchment to some essence that graced those who were to cross the portal into their humble little home.
They were simple celtic folk, deeply bound to one another and the land, and family, a life carved deeper and deeper each year like the rings in the cross section of an old oak,
The rituals of morning and evening prayer, an ethic of treating well all passers by who broached their porch, and though they dispensed no graphic wisdom or advice, people left somehow larger, calmer, the edges smoothed, with a smile…
LIGHTENED by the increasing lightness and dignity and laughter of these two.
The other couple were caught in a bind as well, forged not by grace and acceptance of one another and family, but by hate, violence and pain.
The legacy lives on in both families lives, and to me is an awesome example of how every life has the amazing ability, the POWER ..no need for money or worldly power, but something deeper and stronger than all that..to create or destroy.
Every single one of us creates heaven and hell here on earth.
By our moment to moment choices, and behind the choices, moment to moment thought.
We ARE as fallen Gods and if the power of what is called god is the power to create, we miscomprehend how very charged and lethal OR life giving our lives as sign posts and actual lived versions of the ‘way ” are.
There is power in each of us, regardless of circumstances..stellar power, rife with significance.
We do not have to strive so hard to be “somebody”.
We are Somebody.
Right here, Right now. Whether in the ghetto, or on the hill..
Our power, is equal.
We assign godliness to our leaders as we equate them with power.
Those public and “out there” those that show their ‘surface’ to the many.
Heroes and heroines walk among us every moment, often seemingly invisible.
You and I are as gods..in our power to create anew , in our choices every moment..to bring hate and violence or peace, grace and laughter.
I know life is tough…
As the buddhists say..the first rule is “Life is suffering’
breathe that in. breathe it out. move thru it.
Accept this, chill, know your own divinity..smile, pause and
rock someone else’s world today with the grace that is you.
and let them rock you back….
does not have to be a Led Zeppelin dirge..it can be as quiet as just creating the space for another to be, in your prescence, quiet and witnessed.
Morning thoughts from cat, the zenmasocat.
have a great one.