ARE YOU EXPERIENCING YOUR MYSTICAL GRACE?
From November 2015 Taking My Swollen Toes For A Ride With a View
The late poet, author, and former priest, John O’Donohue, discovered something vital when he was ministering to the sick: Those who befriended their illness(es) were a marvel in grace. They achieved a kind of mystical creativity from work done in secret, mystical grace.
As we walk through our issues, and turn toward optimism, love and faith, we are marvels in grace. We choose to learn from wounds rather than letting hard times make us bitter, cynical and blaming.
Social researcher, Brene Brown, says that since 911 the US is suffering from PTSD. And it’s changed us.
As we step into the completion of this year and the beginning of 2018, who do you want to be? How do you want to be?
What steps are you taking to get there? Classes? Psychic readings for depth and guidance? Meditation? Travel? Saving money? Being kinder…you tell me.
In the hospital two years ago, no makeup, and my unwashed hair pulled into a pony tail, people would remark about the beauty they saw in me.
I was in a cotton hospital gown instead of a frilly dress, and without any of the gloss I would assume I needed for “pretty” and “beauty” to be in the conversation.
I think it’s grace under fire that comes through us when we’ve done inner work and we’re now living it on a bigger stage…more eyes to see our principles in practice.
Drugged and in pain, waiting two days for my surgery, I kept thinking of the old Might Mouse cartoon. “Are we men or are we mice?…We’re mice!”
I wasn’t a man, wasn’t a mouse. Sometimes I felt accepting and other times, I just wanted to get up and go home. I always wanted to get up and go home. Rewind. Go back to complaining about the heat wave we were in that didn’t seem so bad any more.
Two years ago, all I wanted to do was walk. Today, I can walk. If you saw me now, I bet you’d never know how badly I was injured just a short time ago.
You may have injuries no one can see. Bravery unrecognized, kindness for its own sake.
It all matters. The inner work you do lifts everyone up. And it changes you.
Here’s what the inside of my leg looks like today. Some views make it look like an upside-down Eiffel Tower.
