This is Now the Day
This is now the day? The day for what? I wake up, make coffee, read the ghastly news about women fighting each other in a Bed and Bath place, new vaccines but how will I get another Moderna? In this moment, the beginning of this now, all feels heavy, impossible, just not the loving, kind Nirvana I want to live in.
Ok. I understand that is not realistic, although growing up in a church with people, at least surfacy, trying to be kind and compassionate, I do think it’s possible to try to live in a loving way. I was going to say “Christian,” but then of course I find it hard to let go of all those people in Christian guises who say I don’t have rights, I am not equal. What would it have been to grow up Black or Asian or anything other than WASP? I can see that every moment I would have been opened to criticism, hate, ridicule, despicable actions by white people who are afraid of something.
Our differences can be such a beautiful thing, yet the “majority” feels threatened by whatever minority is around. It would happen to girls in an all-white school who would judge others by whatever criteria felt comfortable.
This is all just useless blather to me. The reality is that I need to focus each day on being the kind, compassionate person in the world I want to see. To do that I need to breathe deeply, let go of anger and my own fears, listen to inspiring things, begin the Now of Today rejoicing that I am still alive along with so many I love.
No wonder the Bible is one of the most read books in history. We all need to read inspirational things, whether from Buddhist texts or the Koran or the Bible – wherever we read the truth of the Golden Rule: love each other as you would like to be loved.
Ahhh. I breathe even as I write. All is not lost. There are psalms and parables and beautiful poetry and words of beauty and images of truth and beauty that can uplift just by reading them. Ahh, I breathe again. This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be thankful! I lift up mine eyes to the hills. From whence cometh my help? My help cometh from the Lord who made heaven and earth.
A quote attributed to Emerson
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
Gerry Jampolsky’s words that
Love is letting go of fear.