Today the sun stands still. Depending on where you are stationed, it could be the longest or shortest day of the year. Of course, any day (or night) might seem endless, depending on how we relate to the experiences we measure with time. When have moments in your life suspended in joy or agony, while others -equally intense- streaked away in a heartbeat? Magic and miracles happen over and over again in our lives. The real mystery is how we learn to *SEE* them in the moment they occur. Science has shown us that it is our *attention* that makes the smallest particles dance. Perhaps the seasons were set in motion to remind us that we must STOP time -sink into darkness, or ascend into sunshine- to sense the infinite possibilities that flow through us and become reality. At Solstice we are keenly aware of light: How it covers us, Where it stops, When it connects Stars, seasons, souls. As each hour unfolds, May we remember~ In *any* moment, WE are the stream Infinity chose to Sparkle in every Season, Ceaselessly. DonnaMarie Fekete How could magic happen *any* time? It happens when your I*D*E*A*S: Intention, Desire, Energy, Action, Spirit combine to transcend and transform your reality. NOW is your Finest Hour! How will we share it?
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There are an infinite number of possibilities in the universe that solar systems will be destroyed. There are equally infinite possibilities that when stars collide, new galaxies, energies, beings emerge. Everything we imagine conforms to physical laws: Chaos constructs the cosmos. Constellations rise from fire and ash. Energy begets energy. When I began teaching, my primary grade students loved to act out a little song: "Old House: Tear it down! Who's going to help me tear it down?" They were just as enthusiastic about the second verse: "New House! Build it up! Who's going to help me build it up?" Both verses continued with same words: "Bring me a hammer! Bring me a saw! Who's going to help me?" We'd talk about the different ways we used tools to tear things down and build something new. The most inexperienced students could imagine ways to use what was taken apart: clean them, mix them with glue, straighten what's bent, sell scrap to buy materials. We kept the discussion concrete: tearing down and building were rarely about rebuilding relationships, communities, or broken hearts. As adults we learn that destruction and chaos affects us in real time, in our personal emotional lives. Someone we love will collapse. Strangers will be mowed down, even as they dance for joy, celebrating with pride, love, and victory over decades of suspicion and estrangement. After such decimation, we stagger, we stumble. We are stunned. Still, there is only one thing to do when everything falls apart: BUILD something new. Dust off what is strong. Use what remains. Imagine what can be improved. Act with confidence, enthusiasm, and faith. We rebuild because we ARE creation, recycling, renewing, reconnecting energetically, emotionally, intentionally. Life compels us to CREATE itself, over and over, simply to remind us that we frail beings are as magnificent as the suns that light our days and power life through uncounted eons. I am built from stars that formed in chaos. I formed from an intent to merge, become something greater, develop into fullness, push into life, fill my lungs, call for love. All I AM declares: Shake me, Stun me, Shock me. Start me on the path that spins me into ACTION. DonnaMarie Fekete Finest Hour Services support your shift from challenge to opportunity. We honor your *Intentions*Decisions*Emotions*Actions*Spirit* to creatively transcend and transform experiences. Now is your Finest Hour! How will we share it? Oh, June! You are filled with memories that celebrate life and love. Through my childhood ... and for countless others, you launched fireflies into the summer dusk. Long before I was born, you welcomed one of my three (lucky me!) beloved grandfathers to the world. In 1974, you invited me to perhaps a half dozen weddings and anniversary celebrations in three weekends. From those weddings, you introduced me to twins who, even when they looked nearly identical, were delightfully different and as independent as they were entwined when I met them through a sonogram. You brought me a great niece twenty years or so after those June weddings and sent her Pap-Pap (another of those weddings) to heaven last year. A few years later, in another decade, you slipped a child into my good friend's life on the day my Uncle Leo left it. Just this past week, you reconnected me to childhood friends, let me laugh at myself through the eyes of a child, and reminded me how large and small the span of the same few years can be between 16 and 33, then at 63 and 80. Every June brings me the most daylight in the year, and within a week, lets me see daylight last a few moments less. The fireflies will continue to light the dusk, fewer and fewer for weeks to come. "If I could save time in a bottle" it might look the way lightning bugs did when I was a child. Those were sweet nights of wonder, laughter, and love, that taught us more than anything else, that we can't capture beauty and confine love. We may appreciate those magical, living moments most when, having been amazed by what we can't understand, we set them free to fly into a future we trust will bring us more light than darkness. DonnaMarie Fekete June 2016 |
AuthorI've been paid to sing, act, paint, teach and write. What I do most to express myself is write. I've self-published four books: poems, essays, stories, and prayers. Archives
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