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From the heart of Grace M. Smith…
Have you ever noticed the eyes of some adults light up
when they see children or choose to be present
to the soft loving eyes of a dog.
It’s as if it has somehow touched a part of them.
In that moment, they aren’t thinking,
simply experiencing something beyond words, they begin to glow,
their own eyes becoming bright for a moment.
Perhaps they are stirring deep in their hearts,
perhaps they are allowing themselves to “BE” for a moment,
truly in experience, in heart and in life.
How often this week, every week, have we allowed ourselves to simply stop thinking and just “BE” here, now and present?
How would the week be different if we chose to explore being present to every person we talked “With” in a space of loving-kindness?
From the heart of Grace M. Smith…
Every night when the skies are clear, I gaze out the bay window.
A bright planet blazes amidst a myriad of stars scattered across the night sky.
And I pause, in awe and wonderment.
Do we really live here? In “SPACE!”
Traveling at 1,150 miles per second. It’s truly magical.
When I forget what an amazing place we live in,
I stop whatever I am doing, get present
and look to the miracle that I am surrounded with in every moment.
The light shimmering through the leaves of a tall tree.
A flower petal glistening in the sun.
Who Am I? My eyelashes catch the light too and dance with tiny rainbows.
Who are we? Beauty is all around and it’s in us too.
We’re made of “Amazing,” “miraculous” and indescribable wonders.
The irony of it is, we still sit at our computers, watch our TVs,
and miss the magic in each other’s hearts all too often.
Children’s eyes can be full of such light.
Adults are often drawn to children and animals.
When we remember our true capacity, and open our hearts once more,
our eyes, yes us big people, fill with more light too.
Will we be open to the light this week?
When things are not going well in our immediate surroundings,
it is more difficult to realize that we are a miracle and that we live in one.
So we complain and look for someone to blame
for how it got to be this way.
I wonder what might happen in our surroundings
if we did not complain at all, not even once, for an entire week?
