Handling anxiety this morning as I think about continued craziness going on in the world. Constant see-saw of apprehension, anxiety, worry, fear, amusement because if I am able to detach and view it like I would General Hospital, this crap is CRAZY; hope, encouragement, love, compassion. I know that I cannot stay down for long in any dark place, especially as I interact with others, so my next thought is to deliberately attend to uplifting and inspiring myself, something(s) to feel positive about and noting the many things that I am thankful for. Turning my attention to the LIGHT and God active and present in my life…
Lost souls are falling down into the darkness
Falling by the wayside
As we continue to fail them one by one.
We fail them when we forget who we truly are at our heart center
And instead, mask as lies, deceipt and disingenuousness.
We fail them when we place the false idols of corruption, intimidation and greed
Before the basic goodness of loving care and right action.
We fail them when injustice and inequality takes a front seat
Instead of honouring the sacredness of each red, yellow, white, black and brown soul
All lovingly and deliberately placed on this earth plane for their highest good
And for our own.
Every loss, every missed step, every mis-step,
Every unheard bellow for salvation and heaven on earth
Calls us to step up our “game,”
And take our seat at the council table for all of humanity,
For all of life.
To declare our intention
To do good
To see good
To recognise it
Inspire it for all who come under our radar and beyond
To shine God’s merciful Light brightly, consistently.
For there are lives whose continued existence are affected
by our non-actions and our inspired actions.
Who are you called to be in this moment
And what, if anything, are you being called to do?
Now. This very day. This exact moment.
Not an off in the distance, fleeting hope without shape and form,
But a crystal clear vision that is lovingly rooted in the now
Honed with absolute precision and grace.
May each soul here feel blessed and may we in turn pass on the offering, so that in time, darkness will have nowhere to grow and all beings may realise peace
And so it is brothers and sisters.
Nicola Karesh, copyright © 2016 but please share freely
(read at the Election Eve Prayer Service at Ingram Auditorium, Brevard College, Brevard, N.C. – November 7, 2016)
Came to believe that a power greater than myself could return me to sanity.
My personality has the sweet side which allows me to dance through life with tremendous delight and joy. I am happy with myself. I feel playful. I look for the goodness from innocent, untainted eyes.
Then, at times, I feel the hard, jagged edges. I had hoped that with sufficient “application,” those rough edges would magically be smoothed away. Maybe they will one day. For now, my world can get narrow with the fierce heat of anger. It can wind itself into a tight coil that is ready to strike the enemy.
I could feel my lost mind this morning… looping, re-playing, searching for the fuel to keep the “argument” going. It dawned on me that my personality may never lose this tendency to defend and rise to attack.
Through the Grace of God, I thought to turn it over.
Lord, help me.
And there is the window, the opportunity to soften.
I don’t go from attack mode to showing my soft under-belly in a second. No.
It starts with awareness that I am off kilter… out of synch with my heart.
Thank You God for that moment for me to re-orient myself in the darkness.
I think of steps 1 and 2, feeling my powerlessness and the awareness that a power greater than myself can return me to sanity.
Lord, Lord, Lord.
The words of the Serenity Prayer come to mind and I feel them through and through…
God, grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference.
Maybe my personality will always be this continuum of loving and fearful tendencies.
What I can do is shine the Light of Love on the fear. The willingness has got to be there, because that fear gets into a locked position that doesn’t want to budge. It wants the satisfaction of a fight… the familiar hard lines of focused fire and then known dark caves where sadness and hurt reside. A place to retreat and lick old wounds, while the hero does battle.
Loving something thorny, prickly and ugly is not easy.
But it can be done with willingness and determination and the belief that love can be the answer. With love, there is a possibility that speaks to my soul. It is the only thing that makes sense.
And so, lifetime gaping wounds feel acknowledged, soothed and held.
Nicola Karesh, copyright © 2014 – All rights reserved.