Super Moon Beams of Hope
Today is the first day of Spring. Here in north Texas, shorts, T-shirts and flip-flops came out of the closet six weeks ago. Still, when the calendar announces that winter has passed and spring has sprung, we’re grateful for solid confirmation that we’re safe to move about outdoors.
Last night’s Super Moon–the first seen in nearly 20 years–lit up the eastern sky and cast amazing beams of light across Lake Carolyn. The dogs,
while unimpressed with a 30% brighter path, did seem to appreciate the evening breeze during their long walk along the lake shore. So did their humans.
Sunday morning healthy breakfast of ham and Laughing Cow cheese on a Wolferman’s sourdough English muffin with a side of grapes. My body appreciates conscious eating while my mind is grateful for the clarity to crave positive spiritual, mental, emotional and physical energy instead of toxins like negative thoughts, hurtful emotions and harmful junk food.
All these hopeful and good things–plus many, many more–fill the basement of my being. I store them, stacking and labeling them just as Mama taught me, for ready access when urgently needed.
God knows there is plenty of urgent need these days.
Images of the aftermath of Japan’s earthquake, tsunami and nuclear power plants tug at our heartstrings. Do you feel like I do–powerless and even trivial? Have you had the thought, “How can prayer possibly be enough?” I wonder how many people are like me and look at the photographs of the Japanese, such noble people half a world away, and guiltily count their blessings?
Ugliness and hatred in the Middle East. Democracy is quite a double-edged sword, isn’t it? We ask ourselves why the cost of freedom carries such a high price tag. We wonder why we must kill and be killed in the name of peace. With our constant news sources, will there ever be a time when we tune in news and not hear about car bombs, suicide bombers and the ever-present and all-too-often faceless casualties?
In the U.S., spiking gas prices, growing homelessness and job searches that last for years. We watch as entire communities struggle with real life issues and their significant trickle-down effects. What are we to do? What happened to the good old American Dream?
And yet, like the Japanese and the good people of the Middle East, we soldier on. We cannot escape life’s realities. To do so would cast us into a Stephen King-like bubble of falseness.
I believe that even in the most dire situations, we can foster incremental slivers of hope and by doing so, learn how to bring balance to the dark corners of our lives. The world’s history records many examples of strong-willed, power-filled people.
Perhaps you are one of those people, one whose greatest desire is to conquer present circumstances. I promise you that each of us has the spark of divinity necessary to bring about such extraordinary change.
The first step is choosing to believe your tomorrow can be different than your today. In that moment of choice, you’ll find your first Super Moon beam of hope.
And if tomorrow you focus a little bit more on your new-found hope, and a little bit more the day after that, you’ll soon have a Super Moon rising to seemingly inconceivable heights. Just think what that 30% increased illumination could light–and how much further the circle of darkness will fade.
The choice of hope is yours. My hope is that each of you reaches for a moon beam. Let me know how your journey transforms.