Two weeks ago I met one of those great flight attendants who make travel worth it. What Kenny radiated most was an authentic sense of caring and playfulness. His safety spiel was a rapid-fire riff.
"Don't be unfastening your seat belts before the sign goes off. I know who you are. Don't do it," he teased. With this human touch, I felt his genuine concern for us, his charges.
Kenny was a natural performer and clearly loved making us smile. He chatted easily as he poured the ginger ale. When he came to my row, I told him I was happy he was having fun.
"I always have fun. I don't like mean, grumpy people," he shook his head with a furrowed brow. Clearly he'd made a choice getting up that morning, or walking into this life, just as we all can.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. said, It's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.
I didn't get to ask Kenny, but my guess is his faith is in people. What about you?
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, October 26, 2008
T is for Timing
A single friend is "not looking" for a life partner. He's just living his fascinating life and staying open to finding true love along the way. He's written down every quality he prefers in a companion, so his intention is clear. Yet it's hard for him to trust his Be Happy Now policy, when he's lonely and can see nobody on the horizon. We can all sympathize with the familiar impatience and frustration of wanting, moving toward, but not yet having.
One friend said with full trust, Oh, it's just Timing.
Manifesting maven Rick Jarow says, "When one door closes, another opens, but all too often there is a long hallway in between." We are asked to keep the faith, act as if we already are whole because we are, and take baby steps along that long hallway. Manifesting is such a mysterious process with its own time and rhythm.
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
-lyrics by Pete Seeger, sung by The Byrds
We can be doing everything right on the way to our stated goal: clearing blocks, clarifying intention, taking daily action, receiving support. But when we're attached to a specific outcome, including a specific timetable, then we are veering away from the actual process that is happening right here, right now.
We don't even know if we're going to see the results in this lifetime. Consider Vincent Van Gogh. He only sold one painting, and yet he continues to inspire generations of artists and art lovers. Or anyone else following a life dream. Maybe the end result isn't it after all, but what we discover along the way.
Where in your life is it time to give it up to Timing?
Monday, November 26, 2007
Flying into Windows
Thud, thwack! The goldfinches are at it again. Maybe it's the angle of the light reflecting off our bay windows. Maybe the birds are brain addled or berry drunk. Or maybe they're just like us.
For whatever reason, our goldfinches have taken to flying into our closed windows. Their chests go thud, and their beaks and claws scrabble against the glass. I once watched one rise up above the sill triumphantly, after dozens of attempts to fly up. It paused there, then went right back to the launchpad branch. Thud, thwack, scrabble.
I've tried to hang things in the window, tape colored paper there. I've talked with them through the open window, to warn them about hurting themselves. They cock their heads and look at me, but apparently I don't speak finch.
I take them on as mirrors and teachers:
- in what ways do I repeatedly slam into windows?
- what am I trying to reach on the other side?
- am I persevering or just not learning from my mistakes?
How pitiable we all are. Or is it faithful? Without memory of failure, we launch ourselves with strong wings.
For whatever reason, our goldfinches have taken to flying into our closed windows. Their chests go thud, and their beaks and claws scrabble against the glass. I once watched one rise up above the sill triumphantly, after dozens of attempts to fly up. It paused there, then went right back to the launchpad branch. Thud, thwack, scrabble.
I've tried to hang things in the window, tape colored paper there. I've talked with them through the open window, to warn them about hurting themselves. They cock their heads and look at me, but apparently I don't speak finch.
I take them on as mirrors and teachers:
- in what ways do I repeatedly slam into windows?
- what am I trying to reach on the other side?
- am I persevering or just not learning from my mistakes?
How pitiable we all are. Or is it faithful? Without memory of failure, we launch ourselves with strong wings.
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