"The house shelters daydreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace."
Gaston Bachelard
Sunrise came through the arched windows in my entryway this morning, like the almost full moon peeked through last night. I haven't noticed that in awhile. Last night, and this morning, I paused for a moment to allow the moon and the mystical beauty of the sky to wash over me. These are the moments when God seeps into my Soul.
In recent weeks I have been paying closer attention to the things that I am grateful for. There are so many blessings that cover me...I wonder how it is, at times, that I can make myself so miserable.
Really, I shouldn't wonder, I had excellent training while growing up. My beautiful Mother searched for happiness all of her life. In later years she found it in small doses...in decorating beautifully and dressing elegantly in white lace and crochet. But the happiness that eluded her was on the inside, you see, she never accepted the woman she was. She never understood that this is what blocked true contentment from her restless Spirit.
When I was young Mama called me the great pretender. Somehow I saw things as sunny when they weren't, and found fun even when circumstances seemed dire. As a child it was my nature. Through the years though I learned melancholy. When I noticed that I had slipped into that way of seeing things it took concious effort to shift that distorted thought system.
Being vigilant about noticing the thoughts that we are thinking gives one the choice to change them. Spirit calls our Souls to joy...to love. That is the place I want to live...even if I am pretending. As we move about in our pretense we make room for happiness to alight on us from within and the pretending fades away.
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