Seeing with clear eyes

Seeing With Clear Eyes

Since I have been sick and now have begun a blog site entitled A FEW THING I WANT TO SAY BEFORE I DIE, I thought it might be helpful for me to offer a few words of explanation.  I do not have dying, other than the daily dying, on my agenda and Polymyalgia Rheumatica, though annoying and painful, can hardly be considered terminal.  What can I say: The Lord is my prednisone; I shall not want!  This wonder drug which I certainly don’t want to stay on forever seems to have turned me into a new person.  The memory of my illness has also done something new in me.

In a sense, of course, we are all terminal.  We move through the days leaning on our ephemeral staff.  A brush with illness can enable us to see, with clear eyes, the things we truly cherish, inviting us to renew our relationship with them.   This is what is happening in my life.  I am renewing relationships.  I am practicing seeing with the 20/20 vision that actually comes from the heart.  It’s the little things that heal–yet one must look to see.
        Look at the sky, for a starter,  and how it says something different at every moment.
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 Today spend time with the sky!

Incredibly Precious

... a few things I want to say before I die.

In the Rule of St. Benedict we are asked to keep death daily before our eyes.  This is not intended to be a morose reminder.  Rather Benedict wants us to be always mindful of the beautiful fragility of our lives.   We are a pilgrim people.  We travel with impermanence as our staff.  Therefore we want to live each moment of our lives with as much presence and gratitude as possible.  The transitory nature of the moment does not diminish the beauty of that moment.  It is rather an encouragement for us to be faithful to the miracle of ‘now’ — so what shall I say in this moment when I still have time to say it?

This I will say:  You are incredibly precious!  In the sacred moments offered to you each day, robe yourself with that truth.  Linger with it in each new moment given to you and consider how you might bless those you encounter simply because of the truth of who you are.  Hold on to your ephemeral staff and memorize these words:  I am incredibly precious.

 

Dead Blog Cemetery

Dead Blog Cemetery

I often come across abandoned blogs as I surf the web.  Some of these blogs are full of wisdom and insights.  I find myself wishing the author had not deserted it.   On the other hand I totally get it!  Time and again I begin a blog with passion and enthusiasm.  It can be an enjoyable and even spiritual discipline to publish my musings and reflections, but then the dailiness of  life gets in the way.  Sometimes I set my goals too high and try to post more often than necessary.  (–one needs to live a little in between postings–)   Or perhaps I try to be too profound in my journaling.  I may struggle with how to say what I really want to say.   There are times when other projects, work, illness, personal difficulties must take precedence, thus eventually the unattended blog gets lost in the whirlwind of life and finally experiences a temporary or even permanent desertion.

After being away from my blog for many moons and many months I have decided to assign my old blog to the dead-blog-cemetery and begin a new blog.  Each stone in this cemetery represents one of my past blog entries.  The stones have their names: beauty, grief, compassion, creativity, death, life, humor, memories, etc.   You can always go to my dead blog cemetery (archives) entitled  UNDER THE SYCAMORE TREE.

My new blog is entitled A FEW THINGS I WANT TO SAY BEFORE I DIE.  It will be the simple daily-life things I’ll be trying to say.   Nothing profound.  It’s the little things that save us each day.