I happened across an Epiphany blog post today from Dick Staub, which went by the rather amazing title of Epiphany: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. Use words only if necessary. Not only am I late in finding this post for this Epiphany (which was last Sunday), this post was actually from last year’s Epiphany! But given the fact that I recognized a couple of my favorite quotes in that delicious title, I just had to take the time to read it.
I’m really glad I did, and I suspect you will, too. It’s really good well-written. (And full of quotes from some of my favorite authors!)
“The only place where your dream becomes impossible is in your own thinking.” ~ Dr. Robert Schuller
I talked yesterday about not really knowing what pleases me. Not knowing what truly makes me happy is obviously a rather large obstacle to my attempts to become clear on about my dreams, but it’s not the only obstacle.
“Someone who goes with half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around her someone who wants no more, who’s not herself longed for by anyone else, She is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, LIVE.” ~Rumi
As a consummate nester, I’ve always loved this quote. My home is my nest—the one place where I can fully relax, let down my guard, and just be. Even though I do get lonely sometimes, I love the solitude, simplicity, and freedom that comes from living alone.
The book I discussed in yesterday’s post is of especial interest to me right now because I have been spending the last few months working on trying to excavate my deepest intuitive sense from where I buried it in earlier years after finding that it was not always welcome. My empathic sense is so strong that I’ve never been able to suppress that—although that sense can shut down when I’m overwhelmed and unable to take anything more in. My intuition also never disappeared, but it did become quite faint as I learned to suppress and ignore the messages that I didn’t know what to do with. Over the last few years, I decided that this was one gift that I wanted to reconnect with, but I didn’t know how to excavate it from where it had become hidden away inside. Continue reading →
“At Easter, I focus my attention on allowing that which no longer serves my spiritual, emotional, or physical well-being to die, and I release it from my life. Then my attention moves to the newness of “resurrection,” the re-birth to new life that empowers me and lifts my heart to ecstatic joy and hope for all the possibilities inherent in that empowerment.” –Linda, from Spirituality & Health eNewsletter (March 31, 2010)
Like the author of the blog post quoted above, I find myself increasingly ambivalent about the real “meaning” of Easter as I get older. I grew up in a conservative Christian family that believed that Easter was about the literal, physical resurrection of Jesus. However, despite the claim that this is the defining moment of Christianity, my family did not really have any strong traditions around the celebration of this holiday. We went to church, of course, but there was none of the focus of the more liturgical churches with Lent and Holy Week to prepare for the celebration of Easter. This lack of tradition, however, has left me without any clear way to celebrate the holiday, especially in the absence of the orthodox faith of my youth.