Wednesday, November 21, 2012

If I Believed in Luck...

I greet every new day with the words, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."   That's the state of mind that directs me, and sends me out into the world with a gift to share.  It's a blessing that I have learned over a lifetime--to experience the presence of Spirit in most of my waking moments.  It's a feeling of contentment and satisfaction, of peace and love.    

                                                                    -Dr. Wayne Dyer

These words express exactly how I feel at this point in my life.  So thank you Dr. Dyer.  If I believed in luck, I would say that I am the luckiest woman to ever live.  Instead, I recognize that my life has been wrapped in the arms of grace and I am so, so grateful for all the blessings of this life. 

I am not a proponent of labels, but if I had to choose one, I might say that I am an "optimistic realist," a description used by Dr. Joan Borysenko, author of  It's Not the End of the World.  In my view, a realist is someone who really pays attention.  I observe closely all that comes my way.  I allow my actions to be guided by my innermost conscience, a practice I have learned in recent years.  Then, I decide that no matter what happens, it will all work out better than expected.  And, it really does. 

I also adore fairy tales and believe that they convey messages and truths about life.  We are inspired to believe in the power that is available to change our own circumstances, overcome struggles and transform our lives.  Decades ago when I read the story of Cinderella, I did not picture this fair maiden with long, flowing blonde hair, wearing a blue dress as she is often depicted.  I saw a portrait of myself in this classic story.  I would be the one to overcome all the naysayers and injustices.  One day, I would transform into a beautiful woman and marry the man of my dreams.  No one told me that this wasn’t real life.  So, I believed that all my wishes would be granted and all my dreams would come true.  In many ways, this has been the story of my life. 

Just a few years ago, I learned the true circumstances surrounding how I came to be in this world.  Sparked by curiosity and my desire to understand myself in-depth, I inquired about my biological father.  I felt overwhelming sadness to learn that I was not the love child of a young romance as I had so vividly orchestrated in my teenage mind.  And now, I can see the extraordinary layering that has become my life.  I recognize the significance of how my world has unfolded and I can say that I am grateful for every experience.   

When I was fifteen, I wrote in my journal that "I wish to give something to this world...There are many things I need to understand.  When and how I will understand them, I don't know.  Only God knows what's in store for me."  I now understand that we are not meant to know every single detail of our lives in advance.  Even if we could peek around the corner and see five years into the future, we still have to deal with getting there.  Each step along the way has to be taken. 

What I was meant to give to this world has also been made clear.  It is the message that we are to embrace the mystery of life and just be the miracle that we are all born to be.  Every life has meaning and purpose and although we get to decide what we give meaning to in our lives, we don't have to keep such a tight grip.  When we allow the flow of life to guide us, we are then able to see how beautifully it all unfolds.    

So as tempting as it might be to know what happens next, trust that everything you need will show up exactly when it is supposed to.  Even in your most challenging experiences, there is always a hidden blessing.  Pay close attention to your feelings and emotions as they can help you unravel what is closest to your heart.  And if you want a glimpse of your future, really pay attention to what you believe.  Whatever you believe will be true for you.

As for me, I still believe in fairy tales and dreams coming true.  And as for miracles, I believe in them too. 

Love and blessings,

Kathleen O'Malley

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