The trumpeters will be back soon!
For a while now I’ve conceived of “God” as the collective consciousness of Good that we all share and express. I’ve come to trust in the power of that – in the power of our collective Love and Truth. I’ve felt that power lifting me up at times when I’ve been in deep sorrow and discouragement. I’ve been saved by that power – by the power of the collective Love. And when I’m feeling strong and brave I’ve tried to send that power back out – tried to do my part to overcome the darkness and discouragement and fear.
But tonight the words of encouragement aren’t coming to me. The inspiration seems to have disappeared. I see death, destruction, greed, selfishness, hatred, injustice, and cruelty in every corner of the world and I’m feeling discouraged.
So I’m wondering if you wouldn’t mind sharing some encouraging thoughts with me? If you wouldn’t mind sending your inspiration my way? It would be ever so much appreciated.
Thank you.
Okay, so maybe the words aren’t coming tonight, but I think I can still find a picture to send out into the collective consciousness…. ah yes, here we are: Autumn on Lake Padden:
“… progress is the law of God, whose law demands of us only what we can certainly fulfil.” – Mary Baker Eddy
Ahem. At this time I would like to present to you the 600 year-old tree of Deception Pass, Washington. I’m pretty sure there is no one out there who believes this tree was better at 300 than 600, right? I bet there’s no one who would try to “compliment” this tree by telling her she looks just like she did when she was a sapling. I mean, who would want to see this tree go back to her seed? Isn’t she beautiful in her fullness of age?!
It would be an understatement to say that I am now closer to sixty than thirty. And as I openly contemplate what this means to me, more than one person has informed me that “sixty is the new thirty” – like this is a good thing. But – oh lord! – I do not want to be thirty again.Seriously. I mean, really, who WOULD want to go backwards? Who would want to take retrograde steps? Who would want to regress? That person I was at thirty – I liked her – she was well-intentioned, sweet, idealistic – but I wouldn’t want to be her again – I wouldn’t want to have to go through those same lessons again or deal once again with the vanity, insecurity, and female rivalries. I have finally reached a place where I no longer spend my days worrying about ridiculous stuff like wrinkles on the brow and pounds on the scale. I have made it to the other side of caring about that crap. And there is a lovely freedom in that.
I love my spiritual development – why would I want to wish away the progress in my life?
“In Christian Science there is never a retrograde step, never a return to positions outgrown.” – Mary Baker Eddy