Let your sillies out | 52 Acts of Grace | Week 7

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In a world filled with opportunities to be serious, morose, sad, to feel like it’s all one big mess, or that there’s nothing we can do to end war, poverty, child abuse, starvation, environmental disaster, and a host of other serious ills-of-the-world, it’s easy to forget the lighter side of living.

Let your sillies out. Be light-hearted. Joyful. Light-of-spirit and light-of-foot. Dance when you might have walked. Spin about for no reason. Skip down the street.

No matter how silly you feel, how weird or awkward, being light-of-spirit lifts spirits, yours and others — and in the process, lifts the energy of the world.

We are all energy. And when we walk with our shoulders drooping, heads looking down, eyes to the ground, the world feels like it is resting on our shoulders. And we grow weary.

Shake it off. Shake it up.

It’s just another way to share an act of service with the world. Share it!

I know. I know.

You’re shaking your head right now saying, “Now that’s a silly idea.” “I might get arrested.” “I’ll look stupid.” “People will think I’m weird.”

So what? Do it anyway. Get out of your comfort zone.

Think about it. Don’t you love to see children spinning about, rolling down grassy hillsides, laughing gleefully in the park? Doesn’t it lift your heart and make you smile?

Why do we think that as adults we can’t be childlike in our appreciation of the world around us? When did the troubles of the world become so heavy we stopped laughing for the sheer joy of laughing? Dancing for the sheer exhilaration of feeling our bodies move in time, or at least to our own time, to the music? When did we quit having fun?

Let your sillies out. Let your spirit feel light and free.

The world needs your special kind of silly. The world needs your lightness of being joyful.

All I need to feel at peace exists within me.

It wasn’t as warm as the weather report said it would be, but once I dropped down off the escarpment, the wind died down and it felt less frigid.

Though, I hadn’t quite planned for how cold it was. I’d worn my gloves and not my mitts and my fingers felt the chill. I walked and tucked my hands into my jacket pocket. For a moment, my mind wanted me to believe that I was stupid to not wear my mittens. I told it to be quiet. It had nothing to do with my intelligence and everything to do with not wanting to be disturbed by less than thinking interrupting my walk.

It didn’t matter what I wore. The sun was shining, the birds tweeting and twittering all around. The day was glorious.

I dropped by Ellie, The Wonder Pooch’s memory place in the woods, took a picture of her two hearts nestled amidst the trees and snow and text them to my daughters, “She’s always with us,” I wrote.

And it’s true. Over six months since the wonder pooch’s passing, and still I feel her presence. I also still miss her quiet padding along beside me, tugging at the leash, stopping to sniff at every leaf and branch upon the trail.

Walking without her does have its advantages though. I can sit on a bench for as long as I like and not have her nudging me to get going, get moving along! Which means, I can sit and enjoy the silence, close my eyes and breathe into the soundscape all around, mapping the sounds as I learned to do from Sherri Phibbs of the W.I.S.H. Studio.

I listened deeply to the world around me. I listened to the birds, the chittering of a squirrel, the grass rustling in the soft breeze that meandered through the creek bed. I listened to the silence of the snow hanging at the edges of a tree branch as it let go with a soft whoof and fell to the ground. I listened to the way the fir tree needles grate against one another when the squirrel who was stealing all the bird seed skittered back across their branches. And in the distance, I listened to the muffled sound of city traffic carried across the miles by the wind.

And I listened to the stories the wind had to tell me of the faraway places it had roamed, the sites it had seen, the wonders it had witnessed.

I listened and felt the awe of the moment descend around me and envelop me in the possibility of a world where each of us is doing more today than we did yesterday to create a world of peace, love, hope and joy all around us.

In the quiet of the woods, I sat and listened to the wind and felt my spirit softly settle within me.

Yes. There is war and hatred and intolerance and abuse and homelessness and disease and cruelty and distrust. They all exist in this world.

And so does love.

It exists along with peace and harmony and people getting along and helping one another. Love exists in tolerance and kindness and giving and cures for diseases and loving compassion. It is there in gentleness and trust and treating each other with respect. It is there in one person helping another to get up, in caring for those who have nothing, those who are sick, those who are feeling blue.

Love exists in giving up a seat on the subway so a mother and child can sit.

It exists in letting a driver merge, in not cutting someone off, in smiling at a stranger, in holding a door open.

In all the intolerance and anger and hurt and pain in this world, love exists.

It’s just sometimes, amidst all the noise we forget to stop and sit quietly listening to our heart beat, listening to the trees rustle, the birds tweet, the wind whispering stories through the trees.

I listened to the stories the wind had to tell me and remembered that in this moment right now, all I need to feel at peace exists within me.

I am grateful.