It is a blustery, beautiful March day. We had rain in the night and now some clouds that look like clouds Winnie the Pooh would choose to aid in his honey hunt.
I woke to an intriguing and affirmative dream. I had walked down to the end of my street and was chatting with my neighbors, and then, we noticed a place where a huge wave was breaking and spraying over the rocks. I walked over and held on to one rock, hoping to see if I could stay clasped to the rock while salt water poured over me, but the waves became gentle and didn't even approach. I felt the anticipation and then, the knowing that I am cared for, safe. The universe gently provides. I walked back up a hill I had never noticed before and it was covered with lights, and I thought of how much surrounds us that we don't usually notice. I woke in my own bed and let the peace, love, and support of the dream sink in. I love the feeling of living blessed.
Three police officers were killed in Oakland yesterday and one, critically injured. The Bay area grieves.
I continue to read that these bail-outs are going to destroy us, that it can't sustain, and I continue to hope these are warnings more dire than required right now and I suppose we never know. Peace is this moment as the air stirs exuberantly in the welcome of spring.
Today I open John O'Donohue's book, To Bless the Space Between Us, A Book of Blessings.
He begins by writing of beginnings. I bring you into the middle of his words.
"Sometimes the greatest challenge is actually to begin; there is something deep in us that conspires with what wants to remain within safe boundaries and stay the same. Years ago my neighbor set out to build a new home. He had just stripped the sod off the field to begin digging out the foundation when an old man from the village happened by. He blessed the work and said, "You have the worst of it behind you now." My neighbor laughed and said, "But I have only just begun." The old man said, "That's what I mean. You have begun; and to make a real beginning is the most difficult act." There is an old Irish proverb that says, "Tus maith leath na hoibre." "A good beginning is half the work. There seems to be a wisdom here, when one considers all the considerations, hesitation, and uncertainty that can claim our hearts for such a long time before the actual act of beginning happens. Sometimes a period of preparation is necessary, where the idea of the beginning may gestate and refine itself; yet quite often we unnecessarily postpone and equivocate when we should simply take the risk and leap into a new beginning."
May today honor what begins.
Do you know what astonished me the most in this world?
The inability of force to create anything.
In the long run, the sword is always beaten by the spirit.
- Napoleon Bonaparte