When birds share an updraft, or when humans let the power behind words delivered in a spirit of joining together uplift them into a feeling of unity where there once was division, something magical happens. Joy explodes. Possibilities of something brighter and better feel omnipresent. Bitter enemies begin the process of letting go of wanting to hang on to hatred and feeling superior. The air becomes fresh and new and sustaining.
These moments are gifts when they happen. One who inspires through their abilities with words and visions can be the momentary nexus around which the energy of connection can form. A light shines very brightly within and without at these times . At the end of the election last night, I felt that same upliftment being felt by the audiences both during the concession speech by the one candidate and then during the acceptance speech by the other candidate. One group was vastly disappointed, and the other group, elated, but what both groups had in common was love of the tremendous feeling of unity. Both candidates spoke to the importance of focusing on working together. To me, the common ground that is most needed is something that goes way beyond anything political. It is all about the fact that what we share most of all is that we are having a human experience. It does not get much more joined than that.
Do these uplifted times last? Sometimes, they end all too briefly, but what does not end is the memory of them. That is as a precious pearl in the center of the heart that can be re-visited, re-felt, and remembered any time. The challenge is the hard work of getting unity to be the air you breathe when the air draft is not under your wings. When you are the bird on the shore, walking along and pecking for something to sustain you and finding that hard work. As a human, when someone is getting on your nerves, or you don't like their viewpoint, then what do you do? At those time, you don't even necessarily want unity.
Here's a thought. Just dial back. Re-visit the glory, and know that those moments of high sense of hope and joy and connection are THE TRUTH. Falling out of that is the illusion. Just go back again and again to that truth and notice how it never fails to stir in you great love for your brothers and sisters and the gift of life itself. Part of the reason for even having the power of memory is to give us these kinds of options, I am convinced. So our job is . . .to remember to remember those moments when we soared, and we were joined. They are golden.
These moments are gifts when they happen. One who inspires through their abilities with words and visions can be the momentary nexus around which the energy of connection can form. A light shines very brightly within and without at these times . At the end of the election last night, I felt that same upliftment being felt by the audiences both during the concession speech by the one candidate and then during the acceptance speech by the other candidate. One group was vastly disappointed, and the other group, elated, but what both groups had in common was love of the tremendous feeling of unity. Both candidates spoke to the importance of focusing on working together. To me, the common ground that is most needed is something that goes way beyond anything political. It is all about the fact that what we share most of all is that we are having a human experience. It does not get much more joined than that.
Do these uplifted times last? Sometimes, they end all too briefly, but what does not end is the memory of them. That is as a precious pearl in the center of the heart that can be re-visited, re-felt, and remembered any time. The challenge is the hard work of getting unity to be the air you breathe when the air draft is not under your wings. When you are the bird on the shore, walking along and pecking for something to sustain you and finding that hard work. As a human, when someone is getting on your nerves, or you don't like their viewpoint, then what do you do? At those time, you don't even necessarily want unity.
Here's a thought. Just dial back. Re-visit the glory, and know that those moments of high sense of hope and joy and connection are THE TRUTH. Falling out of that is the illusion. Just go back again and again to that truth and notice how it never fails to stir in you great love for your brothers and sisters and the gift of life itself. Part of the reason for even having the power of memory is to give us these kinds of options, I am convinced. So our job is . . .to remember to remember those moments when we soared, and we were joined. They are golden.
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