Misty is the name of the above painting, which was a gift from an artist friend two years ago, Eve Lees (www.artnews-healthnews.com), that spoke to me of peace and calm when I first saw it in her studio. It complements another one in my home, also illustrating a bridge with trees shrouded in mist. When I first purchased the latter, not only did it remind me of foggy days in Ireland, but it was at a time when I was looking for answers and feeling that I was in a fog. Then, one day, I saw it with new eyes! I was neither going into nor remaining in the mist, but was coming out of it into the clearing. It was liberating!
What made the difference? An optical illusion? Perception? Likely both. It reminded me of an illustration discussed during a workshop, depicting both a young lady and a much older woman, depending on what we saw; one face with two views. Like a kaleidoscope, where with just a slight rotation we see a new pattern of shapes and sizes.
William Shakespeare wrote that all the world's a stage where we have our exits and our entrances. (As you Like It, Act II, Scene VII). After great discernment last week I resigned from an association where I had been a volunteer for 15 years. Has your life, like mine, had many entrances and exits? At our semi-annual Hospice Memorial Services, a favourite poem reading was Skin Shedding Times by Joyce Rupp from her book, Dear Heart Come Home ... The Path of Midlife Spirituality, www.joycerupp.com. It is based upon Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, that there is a time for everything, a time for every season under heaven, a time to be insecure and a time to have security, a time to have strong opinions and a time to let them go. And, I would add based on personal experience, a time to be still, to reflect, and listen for answers, which may mean a change in direction, and then being willing to make the change!
I have a very old beautiful piece of sheet music, A Perfect Day, with words and music by Carrie Jacobs-Bond, written in 1909, that was included in a 1940 movie, Remember the Night, with Barbara Stanwyck and Fred MacMurray. When you come to the end of a perfect day and sit alone with your thoughts ... It's a special time to reflect. Maybe your day wasn't perfectly as you might wish, but were there moments that brought you contentment, joy, magical moments, smiles? Thinking of those moments is a wonderful way to fall asleep.
Yet, equally important is our waking moment. What do you hear as you awaken? What do you see as you open your eyes? Do you say thank you and bless the new day? Is your home happy? Perhaps today, as you walk around, see things with new eyes, reflecting on what they mean to you. Does something need to be changed? Since last writing I was perplexed about not making progress on a current focus, as target dates came and went, until realizing I wasn't consistent where I worked. Reorganizing my office to set up a writing table at the window beside my computer, with reference materials in one location, has made a huge difference. My challenge is that Cadi, my cat, loves sitting on paper and looking out the window, and thinks the rearrangement was made for her!
I leave you with two links that I discovered since last we connected, and that continue to inspire me: First, thanks to a talk given by my musician friend, Nathen Aswell, www.nathenaswell.com, from The Gentle Art of Blessing by Pierre Pradervand, www.gentleartofblessing.org. Second, a beautiful song about Donegal, sung by Nathan Carter, whose smile and voice warm my heart. www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnA2iJiu_hM
Until next time, I wish you beautiful days, warm blessings and heartfelt appreciation for your feedback when something spoke to you.
Rev. Dorothy Blandford, Ph.D
Apt. 202 - 1655 Martin Drive
Surrey, BC, V4A 6E1, Canada