Sounds of Silence

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I was in a meditation class in a busy downtown area. The window was open and all I could hear was the busy traffic. The instructor was talking about quieting the mind and all I could hear was the busy traffic. She said find a place of peace and all I could hear was the traffic. It occurred to me that there was ‘noise’ was going on all the time in my mind—it wasn’t just the traffic. In that moment I was able to stop obsessing about the traffic and go within to find the silence.

 

Until we give ourselves space to be quiet and listen to the sounds around us we are caught up in someone else’s ideas. It’s wonderful to be able to relax with soothing music, be entertained or educated. But it is so important to take time to be in the silence. It gives us space to allow our own creativity to show up.

 

Take a few moments, close your eyes and breathe. You may notice the noise around you but as you continue to breathe, your shoulders relax, the mind chatter lessens and you are immersed in the silence. Breathe. Release. Enjoy the sounds of silence.

A Life of Faith

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My aunt, Sister Mary Jeanette, celebrated her 95th birthday last week. I so admire her courage, commitment and strength. Her life is a story of faith.

When Sister Jeanette was a teenager, she heard the inner call to enter the convent.  When she told her parents her news, her father told her he did not have the money for her dowry needed to enter the convent. She left school and worked as a nanny and housekeeper until she earned enough for her dowry. When the time came for her to leave, my grandfather didn’t own a car, so he hired a driver to take them to Fall River, Massachusetts where she entered the order of Felician Franciscan Sisters.

It was two years before her family had the chance to see her again. Life in the convent was hard work. With no teaching experience, she was given a class of second graders to teach. Catholic schools were bursting at the seams in those days and it was not a surprise to find classroom sizes of 40 to 50 students. She learned quickly and excelled at teaching. She was sent to New York City and throughout the New England states to teach during her years of service. Many of her students stay in contact with her and share stories of their families and their lives.

Sister Jeanette has been in the Felician order for 72 years. Her story is one of surrender and love. She realized her calling early on and never questioned her decision or her devotion. She followed her heart to serve God and serve humanity.  There were times that were challenging but she has never lost faith.

Her life is a reminder to walk in faith at whatever we are called to do. Every job is an opportunity to serve humanity. Every task is an opportunity to express love. I am grateful for the blessing to learn from my aunt and to be inspired by her life of faith.

Patience, Grasshopper

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I was talking with a friend over the weekend and she was sharing about her new job and new home. She was very grateful for this sudden turn around in her life. I reminded her that this was similar to when people say that an actor or actress was an ‘overnight’ success. There was nothing overnight about it. It was long journey of hard work, patience and dedication. It always seems overnight because when good happens it is sudden and profound.

The same is true of our spiritual journey. It is so important to stay connected to our spiritual practice, intentions and purpose. The Good that we desire is coming…it may not happen on our timeline but it absolutely is on God’s time.

Patience, grasshopper.

 

Piercing the Fog

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Life can be so intense these days. We have instant news from around the world that is up close and personal. Dealing with all of it can sometimes leave feeling like we are moving through a fog: a little unclear what step to take next and most uncertain about what is on the other side.

The fog clouds the mind and creates confusion, low energy, high anxiety and an inability to accomplish anything. The impulse is to shake off the fog as quickly as possible and get on with life. Don’t stop, don’t look back, move on ahead.

I recently found myself in such a frustrating state. I can’t afford to be in a fog when I need to be working on my goals, checking off my to-do list, leaping over tall buildings with a single bound and other such activities in my quest to serve the world.

I stopped where I was and took some time to meditate. By focusing on my breath instead of my thoughts, I felt more centered. With my mind at rest I felt more peace in my body. As I felt peace in my body, I was open to possibilities. I eventually got back to my list and my life.

Taking the time to meditate connects us with our divinity. We don’t have to do things alone, we can access the universal power that surrounds us and nurtures us. It is the power that pierces the fog and guides our journey with grace. Blessings for a clear and peaceful journey.

The Grace of God

My sister, who lives in upstate NY, shared last week that she worked from home during a snow storm. She looked out her window late in the afternoon and saw 6 to 8 inches of snow on the back deck. She went out to the garage to get the snow blower out and as she got to the driveway she stopped in amazement. The long driveway had already been plowed. Completely. Even the edge around the mailbox. She called a couple neighbors and friends to see who did such a gracious deed. Everyone was busy with their own snow banks. No one had been by.

Grace. Good will. Favor. Unexpected blessing. Fillmore says, “By becoming receptive to the ‘grace of God,’ we receive the measure of God’s provision, which exceeds any of our imaginings.

As we stay connected to our practice and continue to build faith, we open to the amazing blessings of God’s Love. Grace isn’t a mystery. It’s happening all the time. The more we notice and give thanks, we open our willingness to receive every day. I am so grateful God is so gracious!

Affirmation: “Through the grace of God I am forgiven and healed.” Keep a True Lent by Charles Fillmore