Do you ever wish you could go back in time and give some advice to your younger self? Here’s what came to me today during meditation of what I might say (with love) to the young girl I once was. Please bear in mind, we should never berate ourselves for the things we have done in the past, for these all help us to learn life lessons along the way. This post is also for Debbie Roth’s #forgivingfridays. Continue reading
Twenty centuries ago, a young couple is turned away when they ask for help and shelter for the night. She is heavily pregnant and eventually gives birth to her child in a stable. We will come to know the child as the God-realized avatar that is Jesus-Christ. Fast-forward to 2018. A young girl (from a country torn apart by war or environmental catastrophe) witnesses her home, her family, her world as she knows it, decimated. Will she find help and shelter?
“What place is this, where blossoms cry in pain, dripping sorrowful nectar, an indelible stain, on my bleeding heart?” from poem In the Garden, by Anita Neilson.
Our world can often appear tragic, unkind and inhumane. Isn’t it all the more important that we turn our focus to all the positives, to every act of kindness and compassion which happens day by day, minute by minute, second by second. Then we can reimagine our world as the precious place it is. We can rediscover our place in humanity by making sure there is room at our inn, in our heart-space.
Let’s leave aside our judgement of how others choose, or are forced, to live their life and drop a few coins in the begging bowl of the homeless woman on the street; let’s offer help in any way we can to our fellow human beings, be that in thoughts, words, or acts. If we are blessed enough to be relatively wealthy in comparison with those who are struggling in our communities, well what use is wealth if not shared with others? Let’s make it our mission to find out what charity projects are running this Christmas and to contribute to them. It could be our local newspaper organising a Christmas Dinner in a Box to be distributed to vulnerable families. It could be a local children’s charity asking for donations of a new set of pyjamas and a toy for those children in disadvantaged families. It could be welcoming an elderly lonely person into our home for Christmas Dinner. Let’s look into our hearts. What would we buy for our own child or grandchild? Can we find it in our hearts to extend this love to other local families?
I was reminded this weekend about family and about why God gives us family and then (so cruelly it seems) takes them away from us in death. I believe He gives us the joy of family so that we may experience all the different kinds of love He offers – parental, filial, romantic, children and so on. In taking loved ones away from us, He wants us to learn to extend the love we feel for family out towards the wider world, so that eventually we will learn that all the world’s peoples are our family. We should not differentiate between anyone, regardless of race, colour, creed, gender and so on.
Can we find it in our hearts to open wide the doors of our inn(er) heart centre to welcome others and give them shelter, materially, emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually. Have a wonderful week. Much love to all. Anita.🙂🙏
Fed up with the usual Advent Calendar? Cheap chocolate shapes behind doors that are infuriatingly cumbersome to open? Here’s my gift to you – the alternative (free) 2018 Advent Calendar! No bad chocolate to sicken your palate, but plenty of practical tips to spend a wholly more spiritual advent season.
The Sun God Ra is flexing his limbs in my part of the world this morning, coursing rays of love and light all over this land. I rose at dawn to see pink clouds smeared across the sky and could almost hear the dew-topped grass, and all the tiny creatures contained therein, trembling in anticipation of another day on Earth. I was surprised by the main story on the Scottish news today! Read on to find out more.
Do you have a friend whose advice you trust implicitly? Are they on the physical or spiritual plane? For some, this friend may be what they call their guardian angel; for others, it may be God; for others still it may be a friend with whom they have almost a psychic link. Whichever meaning you give to “trusted friend and guide”, my hope today is that you may continue to be guided by their intuition, wisdom and love in everything you do! Enjoy my poem. Much love, Anita.
Angel by my Side
When I stop doing and sit quietly
just being, I feel you by my side
trusted friend and guide.
Towering over me
your wings enfolding me
in a loving embrace
as a parent to a child.
My scalp tickles at your touch
causing smiles of surrender
all over this body.
Such benevolence! Such grace!
Your breath pours over me
soothing my muscles
loosening my joints
quietening the mind
unlocking the soul.
May your light flow through me
sending healing to all.
Give me strength to work with you
in service to all.
Be by my side always
to catch me when I fall.