As my ninth consecutive consecration has recently passed, a particular question directs my thoughts.
Who am I?
The thought of our existence is a bit mind-boggling if you dwell on it much at all. Who are we really meant to be? We are creative souls. We soar the highest, are moved most intensely when we are in touch with the realities, creativities of life, of living, and connecting.
The crystal clear depth of a cool, running brook mimick the stone faces beneath. The shimmer atop the water, like tiny dancing angels, that beckon us to play. Their presence also assures us, that life is not to be clung to too tightly or drag us down.
“Weigh it,” they say, “in Light of the JOY of living.”
Should we be burdened by work, by life, by the heaviness that suffers our souls? Or, in light of our suffering, and the suffering of others, should we shine a little brighter, smile a little more, find a sense of humor to lighten our weary way? Certainly.
We are not made to carry unceasing suffering. We are not made to ignore another’s hurts. That, in itself, burdens our very nature. There are those, so hurting they can’t see beyond the need to hurt others. What a travesty.
To those who feel that lighter tug, act. Don’t let another moment pass (see you smiled). It can be that simple, help someone, give to a cause, meet a need, mentor a soul, befriend the brokenhearted.
Careful it’s contagious and only gets better from here.
Artwork: acrylic on cardstock, by author/artist