"When you wake up every day, you have two choices. You can either be positive or negative; an optimist or a pessimist. I choose to be an optimist. It's all a matter of perspective."
~ Harvey Mackay
It seems to me that choosing to see one way or the other is habit-forming. Like Mr. Mackay, I choose to be an optimist. But even with positive perspective well ingrained in me, I don't always wake up joy-filled and optimistic.
For example, I woke one morning a few days
ago feeling like Abraham heading into the desert. While I’m not carrying a child on my shoulders - which would be the ultimate sacrifice for sure - I am preparing for an event that involves a knife and a deep personal loss.
I prayed that, like the ram appearing before the slaying of Isaac, somehow I will not have to give up a beloved part of my body.
Deep in my
soul, I know this can be so. Healing is possible. The cancerous cells can miraculously die and be released.
I also know that, according to the physical world, medical statistics and all that is perceived by our ordinary eyes (rather than what is unseen in the realms beyond our everyday consciousness), the odds are that my breasts will indeed be removed.
Feeling deeply sad, I cried. And felt better. The grief tears I shed seem filled with grace. They cleansed something in me.
Then I felt strongly that healing is happening. It may not be (or it may be!) on the physical level. But healing is happening for sure with the shedding of tears, with letting the sadness pass, with all the healing work that I am doing, and with all the
prayers, prayed by so many. Thank you!
I guess I did return to seeing the positive. No matter what happens on May 27th ( the date scheduled for my surgery) I am trusting that all will be well and that blessings will emerge. Some already have. I'll share them sometime.
Right now I pray that we all choose to see the good today. I also pray that we lovingly accept
ourselves just as we are, with whatever we are facing and however we are feeling.
The main gift to focus on this day is love. Next to that: compassion. The rest will follow because they are all connected, like pearls on a string.
With gratitude for life and its lessons,
Charlene
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