A Smile On Your Face

photo credit: Steve Shogren

Every day brings unexpected events, and I’ve come to believe those can either be stressful or exciting, even fun! This morning I accompanied a fine singer to a small town in Missouri to provide music for a funeral. When we walked into the little church, a barefoot priest showed us to the modest musical instrument we were expected to use. As it turned out, the acoustics in this building were the worst my friend, a classically-trained performer, had ever witnessed. Nevertheless, we provided the grieving congregation with a B+ service and no one got hurt. Reflecting on this event, I realize if we had concentrated on the problems, we could easily have become overwhelmed by them. But we did the best we could with what we had to work with, and finished feeling satisfied by the result. Isn’t this true of everything we face every day? “You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face, and show the world all the love in your heart.” Carole King


“Let us learn of the real and eternal, and prepare for the reign of Spirit, the kingdom of heaven, — the reign and rule of universal harmony, which cannot be lost nor remain forever unseen.” Mary Baker Eddy - Science & Health Page

Let Your Golden Self Glow

 ​

photo credit: Aaron Springston

There’s a fine documentary about Joseph Campbell called Finding Joe. Its introduction tells the story of a golden Buddha in a small town in Thailand. The townspeople learned there were marauders on their way to plunder the village, and they knew the golden statue would be taken or destroyed. In order to preserve their beloved statue, they covered it in mud, making it look worthless and ugly. It worked, and no one bothered the Buddha. As years went by, there came a point when no one remembered the statue was made of gold. One day when a young man was meditating at the stone statue’s feet, a piece of the concrete fell off and the gold showed through. Everyone came together to chip away the stone and reveal the true beauty. This is a lovely metaphor for humanity. We are born golden. But when we are toddlers, we are put into categories of male, female, black, white, smart, and not so much. We are blocked off from our true Selves. Then something comes along and knocks off a piece of our armor — it may be a personal tragedy or some other trauma. Once we see a glimpse of the gold which we truly are, we don’t want to do anything but uncover the whole picture. We’re not content to stay stone, because the gold is so much more fun! Fear often holds us back from this transition, but we're starting to realize it's always better than staying mired in the mud. Namaste...

“Whatever enslaves man is opposed to the divine government. Truth makes man free.”  Mary Baker Eddy - Science & Health Page 225:2-4

White Fragility

 

At the beginning of 2021, I decided my personal focus would be on gaining a better understanding of racism, along with trying to figure out why we humans have such a tough time in discerning truth. The latest book I’m reading is: White Fragility: Why It’s So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism. I am starting to recognize many things about the roots of racism and how we perpetuate those beliefs in our daily lives. This evening I’m pondering the statement: “I don’t see color; everybody is the same.” These are words I’ve heard many times and it has never felt quite right, and now I’m realizing why that is. Not only can it not be true, but it should not be true. Saying this is but one way we attempt to absolve ourselves of responsibility. Then we can say, “I’m not racist”, and feel good about ourselves. But what if it takes more than that? I leave you with this quote from the book: "I believe that white progressives cause the most daily damage to people of color. I define a white progressive as any white person who thinks he or she is not racist, or is less racist, or in the ‘choir,’or already ‘gets it.’ White progressives can be the most difficult for people of color because, to the degree that we think we have arrived, we will put our energy into making sure that others see us as having arrived. None of our energy will go into what we need to be doing for the rest of our lives: engaging in ongoing self-awareness, continuing education, relationship building, and actual antiracist practice. White progressives do indeed uphold and perpetrate racism, but our defensiveness and certitude make it virtually impossible to explain to us how we do so.” ― Robin DiAngelo

"A few immortal sentences, breathing the omnipotence of divine justice, have been potent to break despotic fetters and abolish the whipping-post and slave market; but oppression neither went down in blood, nor did the breath of freedom come from the cannon's mouth. Love is the liberator.” Mary Baker Eddy - Science and Health Page 225:14-22

Internal Awakening

 

photo credit: Steve Shogren

​I feel the “second coming” is an internal awakening. It involves seeing and feeling the never-beginning, never-ending Truth of our being. This burgeoning understanding has brought me the peace which intellectual reasoning never did. I see the world as a loving place, filled with people who care about each other and their environment. In the past, most every day numerous people would tell me why they felt the world was a hate-filled place. Now it's a rarity. Have they changed or have I? Is there a difference if we're all One? Love = Peace = Harmony. Feel the Love!

[This is from the Glossary, where she gives us the spiritual significance of terms.]

"Japhet (Noah’s son): A type of spiritual peace, flowing from the understanding that God is the divine Principle of all existence, and that man is His idea, the child of His care." Mary Baker Eddy  Science & Health Page 589:8-11

Primal Order

 ​

photo credit: Richard Quick

I​ love this quote attributed to Albert Einstein: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” Through various religious teachings, most of us think of a miracle as divine power setting aside a material law, allowing something otherworldly or supernatural to occur. What if a miracle is simply a correction of our limiting beliefs, opening us to divine Mind and the limitless Life which is our true heritage as a child of Love? By this remembrance, we heal our mind of separation, giving us a clarity of thought and sight before unknown. I am very grateful —

“The miracle introduces no disorder, but unfolds the primal order, establishing the Science of God’s unchangeable law. Spiritual evolution alone is worthy of the exercise of divine power.” Mary Baker Eddy - Science & Health Page 135:6-10

Taking Off Human Shackles

photo credit: Aaron Springston

 ​I received a call from a political pollster which has left me confused about more than a few things. Mainly, I’m wondering when three words in particular began to imply varying degrees of lunacy. Here are the words, with a short definition: Liberal - open to new behavior or opinions and willing to discard traditional values. Conservative - holding to traditional attitudes and values and cautious about change or innovation. Moderate - average in amount, intensity, quality, or degree. These words and their definitions do not convey the extreme meaning which the news media apparently wants us to feel. When I was asked by the pollster which I considered myself to be, I was speechless. But then I threw caution to the wind and answered boldly, remembering what I write about every day: change of thought, seeing a new world where illusions appear to be, living fearlessly as Love!

“Progress takes off human shackles. The finite must yield to the infinite. Advancing to a higher plane of action, thought rises from the material sense to the spiritual, from the scholastic to the inspirational, and from the mortal to the immortal.” Mary Baker Eddy - Science & Health Page 256:1-5

Love Supports the Struggling Heart

 

My neighbor across the street was in her ​90s​ when she moved away​. ​After her husband passed on, she ​was unhappy with everything around her. Holidays reminded​ her of times they shared, and she​ was​ sad they​ were ​over. The changing of seasons ​brought grief for various husband-related reasons. She d​idn't enjoy meals or celebrations of any sort because she ​couldn't share them with him. We spoke ​many times about th​ese things​, ​because she talked about him a lot. ​When she would lament her life and tell me why she was sad, I​'d​ remind her of ​the joy around her and encourage her to participate. ​I talked her into going to a Willie Nelson concert with me once, but she mentioned time and again what Jack (her husband) would say. ​I don't think she​ understood ​it​ was all right to be happy. She fe​lt she would dishonor him by having fun without him. ​But I saw it as the opposite: the dishonor ​was in turning from joy to sadness in the name of love. ​I highly advocate honoring grief and feeling it to its full extent, giving it its due and turning it inside out. I know many widow women (as my mother would have called us), and I hope you will post your feelings and ideas on the blog, which is linked below. Namaste, dear friends ...

“Human affection is not poured forth vainly, even though it meet no return. Love enriches the nature, enlarging, purifying, and elevating it. The wintry blasts of earth may uproot the flowers of affection, and scatter them to the winds; but this severance of fleshly ties serves to unite thought more closely to God, for Love supports the struggling heart until it ceases to sigh over the world and begins to unfold its wings for heaven.” Mary Baker Eddy - Science & Health Page 346: 13-16