"There's nothing we can't turn into prayer if that is our intention." were among the first words spoken by photographer Catherine Jansen at Circle of Miracles, an interfaith community of which I have been part for nearly 11 years. Admitting to a "love affair with India" that has lasted 30 years, Philly area (by way of Atlanta, Georgia) mother of two who was raised in the Greek Orthodox Church, became fascinated with the country during her initial stay in an ashram where she mostly "saw the insides of my eyelids" in meditation. Since then, she has visited multiple times, each time, bringing back with her, sweet memories of the people she encountered and thousands of photographs that catalog her experiences for posterity and the appreciation of those who view them. Such was the case as our community vicariously experienced The March of the Nakeds. It is described in this way by the artist herself:
I really do try to pay attention when I take my daughter to the orthodontist. We are getting to the point now where the braces are about to come off. I should be watching as the assistant cleans her teeth, talks about her progress, or lack of it, in regards to her bite shifting into the correct position. I should be engaging in small talk, asking the orthodontist about how his life is going and what his kids are up to and what he did for the holidays. But I can’t. The windows are too big.
The other day, I was enjoying the sunshine and decided to close my eyes. As I sat
there and relaxed, I noticed numerous birds chirping around me. Immediately, I found
myself transported back in time to when I was a young boy. I recall how I would go to
bed in the summer when it was still light outside. I would lay there listening to the
birds chirp, while my window was open to let in some cool evening air.
Recently, a friend of mine overheard a Christian trying to win a convert by asking a
man, "What would you say to Jesus to get you into Heaven?"
Often, this question is posed to people who are non-Christians in an effort to frighten
them into believing in Jesus. Christians who use fear think they are doing people a
service (after all, they are saving souls, aren't they?), but fail to realize the damage
they bring to others through use of fear, condemnation and guilt.
So this little, itty bitty bird had a wonderfully profound message for me this morning (apparently the size of the creature has nothing do with the greatness of its communication). I could hear this soft fluttering and could see those terrified, pleading, beady little eyes peering out to me through the furnace grate, and I'm thinking "great, now how do I free you, without scaring you even more--especially with the three dogs and two cats lurking about, trying to figure out what's going on?"
I AM a firm believer in staying positive..finding the silver lining and so on. But, the truth for me is sometimes life just plain ole hurts.
Whether I am being called back to a past that was less than honest, or I am experiencing the feelings of loss, or even the reality of life with an unemployed spouse. I have real life happening to me faster than I want to handle.
To the reader of this angel article concerning higher consciousness, I wish to convey the idea that angels do not have to be something external from humanity. Often, angels (messengers) can simply be a metaphor for higher thoughts traveling through the heavens of our mind . . . an elevated state of awareness.
I drifted along day in and day out, all with good intention.
I found myself intending motion and finding a stillness of purpose.
As I sat in the still waters, bobbing aimlessly, I saw a distant beacon.
Beneath that beacon was a man, seeking guidance.
I called to him with good intention and he called back.