We give today to Light. We feel the Light within pour forth; we feel our radiance, our glow. We see—with our inner eye—this light envelop and infuse all we encounter, all our words, and all our actions. We watch as others resonate with us, their light growing brighter in the sanctity of our own. To all beings and all situations today, we offer only light, and learn, as we do, the wholeness of our Self.
I feel calmed and re-assured. All is well and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well. It’s one of those feelings in which I didn’t know I was not calm, or not assured, but when I read the Guiding Thought, I felt my breath release and relax, and my body loosened all over. Do you know that feeling? The one in which you don’t know that you are feeling something until there is a change, and you realize what you were feeling? I felt that way at various times in the past, after getting out of relationships, “Oooh, thank goodness, I am free!”
Tam reminded me yesterday that life currently is not “normal”. We are in transition, or something…but life is not what is has been, and it’s not what it’s going to be. That, too, was calming and comforting. This is a transitory state. But, isn’t everything? 🙂
In this transition, I have been fluctuating between simply wanting to do nothing (which in my head means enjoy, but I know that I rarely enjoy doing nothing!), wanting to be very structured, systematic, organized, having a routine, and wanting to sit and read, research, and write. It’s an interesting experience in learning to be. How am I, during extended transitions, when I don’t know what’s on the other side? Who am I, right here, right now, in this situation? Who do I want to be? Who do I want to become? Is there anything I need to do (there it is again), to get myself there? Intuitively, I feel that this Guiding Thought is exactly what I need to “do”—simply focus on light and love, allowing myself to be reassured.
I feel like I need to just relax in whatever the moment brings. I have this image of an arrow in flight representing me, and where I’m at. The arrow (me) was nocked long ago; the string has been drawn, the tension pulled tighter and tighter. The aim has been taken, the arrow released. The arrow is headed directly toward its target—it is, after all, in the hands of an expert marksman! There is nothing the arrow can do, but keep going, even though it does not know where or what the target is.