The Eyes of A Child

Have you ever seen the eyes of a baby or child fill with wonderment as they discover for the first time, the simplest things in life?  I have been fortunate to witness this sight, first with my own children, and now in my grandchildren. In doing so, I have realized that the “discovery” of new things in life is also a cycle.  The newness and excitement of the initial experience, the gleaning of all that you can from it, and then the closure:  satisfaction or dissatisfaction, which helps you decide if you wish to repeat the experience. Life has been quite busy for me, handing me many cycle “closures” and endings this year.  There have been closures of long term situations, closures of attempted ideas, and closures of “false beliefs” regarding relationships with people and with myself. I think lately, many of us have been through some type of closures or endings.  

My meditation practice has been absent as of late. I hadn’t “heard” from my monk, and I hadn’t asked to hear from him either. This morning during meditation when I “asked” for my monk to give me some much needed guidance, I should not have been surprised that he addressed these situations of endings. He did not focus on the “endings” however, as we humans tend to do, often holding on to the various possible feelings of sadness, regret or resentment. No, he spoke of the wonderment in the baby’s eyes as they discover the NEW. He spoke of the exhilaration and excitement in the experience of new and different things, the NECESSITY of continuing to do so in our lives, to keep adding to our experience OF LIFE itself. “When you let go of the situations that no longer serve you, there is the opening of time and space to DISCOVER”. “Be that child”, he said. To allow yourself the permission to “be a child” again, to delve into the sweet enjoyment, that “tingle of excitement”, in the not knowing, in the endless possibilities of finding out WHO YOU ARE…THAT is the essence that gives us the continued “push” to experience our life, to move forward and begin the discovery “cycle” again and again.

It doesn’t have to be life changing, fate altering discovery. It can be simple things. For my mom, it was as simple as a new recipe she could not wait to try.  It can also be re-discovering something you used to like to do. For me, I am going to re-discover my art. Who knows where it will take me, how it will serve me now, thirty years later. That is the “stuff” that keeps us going, that keeps us learning and growing. Embrace those cycle closures with the anticipation of wonderment for the new, for the chance to begin again, for the chance to find YOU.

Blessings,

Brenda

If You Only Knew....

If you only knew, that the Holy Spirit of God dwells within You, how would that change YOUR world.....

We Are One

This is an article I had written in October, 2014.  More than ever, I believe that We Are One. Thank you for allowing me to share this experience with you.

Blessings,

Brenda

Archangel Sandalphon is referred to as the “Angel of Music and Prayer”.  Having “lived on earth as the prophet Elijah before ascending into heaven “. Sandalphon is the “twin brother” of Angel Metatron.  Sandalphon gathers the prayers from earth, winds them into a garland of “spiritual flowers” and presents them to God.  I would imagine, just as music is a universal language, (think about opera where you do not know the language, yet you can sense the emotion via the music) the emotion behind these prayers from Earth are universal as well. Concern for our loved ones, or prayers for healing, the emotion at the root of these prayers is that of love.  As I would sit in the ICU waiting room at Mercy hospital during my Mom’s last stay, I noticed a family of what I believed was Middle Eastern Indian descent. In particular, a young lady, not more than 25 years old, was always there, even when the other family members were not. The room was not that large, and she would use her cell phone to speak to people while I too was in the room. Hence, I could hear most of her conversations, and gleaned that she was the health care advocate for her mother, who had suffered a brain aneurism and would be having brain surgery. I could hear the fear and sense of despair in her voice, as she would update others as to her mom’s condition, and question if she was making the right decisions for her mother’s care. One day I was moved to speak to her. I told her that my mom was in ICU too, and I was her health care advocate, and that it was a big responsibility. With that, her eyes welled up with tears, and I offered her a hug, which she accepted instantly. I looked into her eyes and told her that should I ever require such care, that I could only hope that my children were as kind, caring and conscientious as she, and that she was strong enough to do this for her Mom, and that her Mom was so lucky to have her. More hugs, tears and a few smiles later, we had become friends. So when I came to the hospital, I would inquire as to how her mom was progressing, and she would do the same.  One day, the whole family was there, and I surmised from the worry and tension in the room, that it was surgery day. A much older woman, dressed in beautiful golden Indian tapestry came forward to me as I walked in the door. My friend introduced the woman as her grandmother. As I held out my hand, the woman looked up into my eyes, moved past my hand and closer to me. I had no choice but to put my arms around her. We sat down together on a nearby couch, and I held the grandmother’s hand as she laid her head on my shoulder. It felt like we sat there for what seemed to be an hour, but was probably only minutes. No words between us, just the contact of our eyes when we first met. Without words, we were sharing our grief, our worry and our prayers…prayers of a mother for her daughter‘s healing, and prayers of a daughter for her mother’s healing.  It was a moment of “universal language”, a moment of universal love. It is in these moments, that I am convinced that we are “all one”.  I am sure that Angel Sandalphon was with us that day, surrounding us in his love and light, weaving our prayers into amazingly beautiful spiritual garlands for God.  Angels are here to help us. All you need to do is ask. If you feel inspired to, call upon Archangel Sandalphon to help you send your prayers to God.

Hello and Welcome!

You are a Divine Being...A Spark of God...
A brilliant piece of the "All That Is"

Rev. Brenda Reading