Yesterday I woke up feeling out of kilter. I was restless, unsettled~ feeling as though I had things to do but had lost my list. I was preparing posts for Facebook when I looked at the time and date at the bottom of my screen and realized it was the anniversary of a Finest Hour in my life. My restlessness was a reminder that I STILL have growing to do, years after a transcending challenge.
On October 26, 2007, I was wheeled into surgery to remove a tumor in my pancreas. My specialist informed us that 4% of pancreatic tumors were NOT malignant, and that we'd only know what my prognosis would be after surgery. Three days before it, I told the celebrant at a healing liturgy that I was at peace with whatever results I heard from the surgeon. Deep in my heart and soul, I fully believed what Julian of Norwich wrote: "All is well, all will be well, and all manner of things will be well." I was completely at ease and unafraid of whatever possibilities were available after surgery, including a terminal illness. I woke with my family around me and the surgeon by my side. "We sent the tumor for further testing," he said, "but I found NO SIGN of MALIGNANCY." On any ordinary day, I am grateful to experience the Grace of THIS Moment. Delight, ease, and confidence flow on spring breezes and color autumn leaves. Compassion, awareness, and potential present themselves when a child smiles and says, "Hello!" or when I share an authentic, personal moment when a cashier hands me a receipt. Transformation happens any time we open to possibilities. This simple moment offers us an opportunity to transform old patterns and choose new, transcending energies. We may choose new possibilities between two breaths. Finest Hour Services include coaching, peer support, publications, presentations and celebrations that may support you (or a family or your organization). NOW is your Finest Hour! How will we share it?
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Where have you found hope along your path? How often do we miss what gives us hope because it is part of ALL we experience: the rocks, the hills, the meadows, the shore, the sky, the waves, the wind? If we can't see Hope right before our eyes, are we willing to look down, to find it somewhere deeper? Do we want it enough to break a fingernail prying it from its hiding place? When we are frantic, anxious, struggling, hope is a tool to balance and guide us. Eventually we'll realize that hope has changed from dull to bright, a treasure that we can share with others. The challenge then is to let go of hope: to fling it away, so that someone else who needs it will find it on their path. Hope is a jewel sitting
near the surface of struggle. We may discover it easily; delight in its presence; walk forward; feeling blessed that Hope chose this place we strayed. Who overlooks hope because it seems no different from the lawn, the sand, the weeds, the hedge, the stream, the hill, the sky? Hope might lie among stones along the path. When you see it, pry it from its place; drop it in a deep pocket. Every step will burnish it. When you reach for it again, Hope emerges as a star; too hot to hold; too bright to keep close. HEAVE HOPE out, up into a new place: the night, the dark, the pit, the distance that you never think you'll reach. Will you be surprised to learn that someone else may find it there and toss it back to you? How often do we see the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth about the joys and sorrows, losses and gifts in life? It may be that we see more truth through what is hidden, than what is immediate and obvious. Take a look at this bit of verse. Its shape emerged intuitively as the words flowed. Since I only see half a dragonfly, I'm tickled to realize an unwritten message about what we DON'T see when magic and miracles unfold around, for, and through us. How can Finest Hour help you perceive hidden mysteries of your beautiful life?
Dragonfly Flying across life's highways, mystical, lighting along our path, Real Magic is the path of transforming: from pools of slime, dark, dank, avoided~ emerging, struggling, up, through to bright light, wings unfolding with crystal strength, lifting into a dance of desire, meeting their destiny while living to love, symbols of spirit, ETERNAL in one brief span under this sun. DMarie Finest Hour's I*D*E*A*S protocol uses your Intuition, Desire, Energy, Actions, Stories as a mirror of your awareness, beliefs, and choices. |
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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