MarcoClicks Weekly

Not new and new

November, coming to a close, brings such a fullness of color and texture. It is the richness of this particular place on our planet that shines forth in front of us, inviting us to witness. How much we can see or feel or touch depends upon our willingness to get into it, to let ourselves get messy by diving deep into the day exactly as it shows up.

Oh, it's our time, especially in our blessed north, a time of hunched shoulders and hands thrust in pockets, wind biting the ears and thoughts of warmth tingling our toes. Yet it happens every year in just about the same way and at just about the same time. So how do we find the core, the kernel that reflects both new and not new? That's the dance right now: when we have that we can celebrate, recognize, honor both of those parts. For as we look more deeply, it becomes clear - this is a meaningless distinction, like so many that we make.

So in this moment (this one, this very one) we scan across the water, we watch the glorious blessed light give grace to all it touches, and we are filled with gratitude.

Blessings,

Marco

Becoming whole

Can I find the words? I was in pieces and I am becoming whole. All week, I have watched myself redefine my world. There was nothing here,only it turned out to be everything.

Yes, it is confusing. See how quickly the world has changed before us, and how hard it was for us to believe it was even possible, after all we've been through? So what does it say - about us, about the world - that we, as a people or as a planet, can let go of fear, after having been so mired in that sticky mass for so painfully long?

I suppose there are other interpretations of what we are experiencing and perhaps other, milder stories will prove more accurate. Yet my heart tells me that the love was never gone, never as overwhelmed by the fear as we felt it to be. So the transformation is as much in our feelings as in the larger world.

And yet, who cares! Can we not celebrate this moment, deciding that it reflects true transformation, something beyond politics or even governance? Can we not revel in the fullness of the circle and the ease of lighting a candle rather than cursing the darkness?  Can we not acknowledge that as hard as it has been, in the end, it was almost easy?

Yes, dear ones, yes we can.

Blessings,

Marc