The energy and pulse of optimism is present, daily, waiting for me to receive it.
We don’t need to do a thing.
You don’t, I don’t, no one does.
Listen, please, stop the multi-tasking you are doing and listen not just with your ears but listen with your eyes and your heart wide open.
I woke up in darkness this morning.
I woke up on a Sunday in the pre-dawn to spend time with friends across the planet to “discuss” celebration and harvest. Diwali, the Hindu Festival of Lights was calling me – I just hadn’t tuned in clearly until this morning.
My biggest take-away from the very heart opening discussions was found in a single word: “optimism”.
Specifically, I remembered optimism in my pre-school aged daughter’s eyes, that same daughter who announced her engagement to the world this week. This preschooler - my one time baby who is now getting married. The one who can’t stop smiling, who is in her final year of seminary and now is also aflutter about trying on wedding dresses the next time we are together.
I’ve been thinking how to step back into what I see in those smiling four-year-old eyes. Her countenance so radiant, so pure, so holy then and my heart’s desire is to re-experience it.
I want to be able so to recreate the experience it as I did then, a young mother still naïve and unaware of the challenges that were to come.
Perhaps this desire, this quest, this hunger for holy optimism is better understood especially with what I know now, having experienced collective and individual unpleasant circumstances in these past two decades.
The thing is this: even among all of that every day optimism rises.
This past week I was doing my monthly writing challenge via live stream: #5for5BrainDump. A week ago I wasn’t sure I even wanted to do it again. I felt wrung out, tired, used up. I hadn’t communicated clearly about the live stream sessions. I was stuck in that apathetic sludge of “what does it matter, anyway?”
I stared with that same lack luster energy, proud of myself for at least taking any action at all and as usual, people were enjoying and gleaning from the process. This is enough to make me feel satisfied.
It was midweek as I remember it when synchronicity called my camera forward and we, together, caught the sunrise over my neighbor’s home. The viewers on my livestream and I sat, pencils in our hands, notebooks opened and watched, in awe, as the rays expanded and the light fell across my front lawn.
It was the silent daily song of optimism, rising.
The apathetic sludge was morphed into sincere hope as tears filled my eyes and we watched this brief and daily moment in community spread across the globe and captured forever for others to write with, to join that present moment in future present moments.
We went back to our notebooks and our pencils and our thoughts and will never forget that moment, any of us, caught using a simple live stream application called periscope which we all know has the power to change the planet, just like a weekly chat on Twitter called #SpiritChat (There are links below to the weekly chat and to periscope where you may either watch or follow me.)
Henry David Thoreau, my dear friend, reminded me of the connection in his words:
“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us even in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavour. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.”
Reawaken. Stay awake. Carve and paint the atmosphere through which we look, Thoreau suggests. View our lives, today and tomorrow and this week through a lense of optimism and hope.
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This blog post was inspired by the #SpiritChat weekly on Twitter run by Kumud Ajmani Read more about this week’s theme here. Go to Twitter and Search the #SpiritChat hashtag to see first hand some of the remarkable conversation that rises up, optimistically, among those who join - perhaps next Sunday you will begin, too.
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