30 Jul 2009 1 Comment
This book is delightful to touch. The pages are deckled and there is just this pleasing feeling, as I handle this book.
The story opens up comparing life to Harry Potter. Its interesting, to me, how Marianne, can use examples that seem to speak, just to me. (The Harry Potter Reading Challenge starts Saturday.)
If asked, today, if I was religious, I’d have to answer, “yes.” But, I’ve often thought about the whole man-made religion verses God-given Spirituality. As much as I had never given being “a mystic” any thought.. it seemed to roll off my tongue and into my heart, rather easily.
I looked up the word “mystic,” today, because its one of those words that speaks many definitions.
On Thesaurus.com, the words I seem to relate to, the most, surrounding the word, “mystic,” include:
I’m not feeling the definitions “unnatural” and “imaginary.”
When I think of things “religous” or “spiritual,” I think of secret prayer, secret service, faith with works, walks with God, and meditation. When I think of meditation, I think of secret gardens and music that lifts my soul. And Singing.
Early, in Everyday Grace, Marianne discusses a mystic’s supplies.
“What are the mystic’s supplies? They are spiritual principles, much like magical wands in their capacity to turn any situation into a crucible of miraculous transformation. They change the world by changing us. The mystic path is a journey of personal transformation, and while the goal of the journey is to become our true selves, we can only do this by letting go of who we are not.”
Our true selves. Our Authentic selves. (So Sarah Ban Breathnach, eh?)
Pertinent, to my own life, right now, the chapter on Grief, teaches not to avoid the heartbreak of life,
“nor try to distance from it in the name of spirituality, mental health, or anything else.
Enlightenment does not consist of pretending to be where we are not; enlightenment means being in touch with where we are and being willing to learn what God would have us learn from it. Sometimes the purpose of a day is to merely feel our sadness, knowing that as we do, we allow whole layers of grief, like old skin cells, to drop off us.”
Towards, the end of Everyday Grace, Marianne, talking about Community. She reflects back on life on 1/1/2000, and how there was this sense of newness and togetherness..
I couldn’t help but think of September 12th. How together, we were, because of our feelings of vulnerability. How we united, in mind and spirit, to put one foot in front of the other… How every minute thing, around us, was important. How the mundane, everyday problems, were on-hold. How we allowed ourselves to just “be.”
Its sad that we can’t find more common ground, sans tragedy.