I had the pleasure and the honor of sharing this recent New Year’s Eve with my mother Ruth, my best friend Frank and our new little dog, Moby. This particular day is an interesting passage for humanity, marking the end and the beginning of a year in time, uniting us all as a collective consciousness. I felt that collective energy build right up to the hour, from observing the line-ups at the liquor stores to the unconditioned response of Moby as he picked up on the cheering and fireworks outside of my city apartment – barking and running to and fro.
Curiously, I think many believe that what we think say and do to one another is not intricately woven into the fabric of the collective; equally amiss and diminishing is the notion that what we think say and do in our own small heads to ourselves, does not affect the whole and the whole of our being. I shudder to think of what that may implicate on New Year’s day as millions wake up in a half-conscious stupor. I’d rather, however, optimistically reach to the possible potential that our unified consciousness may hold for us as a globe – to evolve beyond personal and mass destruction and violence to healing, health and unity.
With my three special guests present to share in the welcoming of a new year, I was gifted with their three very unique personalities to enrich my personal experience. My mother, whom was at the end of a cross country trek visiting all of her daughters, exemplified courage, devotion and unconditional love. Against all odds of a recent heart condition and the loss of her life partner, this 81 year old woman put her fear and self-pity aside and brought love, grace and presence into each home visited and those therein.
Frank, who has been my arms and legs for almost two years now, is patience, devotion and acceptance in action. In all of the many difficult and trying situations possible, caring for a person with quadriplegia, he consistently encourages and supports me through the trials, so much so that my dignity and self-respect are never compromised. An interesting side note here is that Frank, too, is willing and receptive to the growth and maturing that is possible when we open up with each other to the truth and fragility of our humanness.
For many people the disappointment and adaptations of change, trauma and/or loss can be the fear that keeps them from fully living, both before and after the inevitable circumstances of life supersede their own illusions of control. Moby represents the innocent trust and faith that are necessary in order to stay sane and happy in a life in which uncertainty and change are not illusions but constants. After a traumatic neutering in which I grieved what I thought may be a souring of his sweet personality, he rebounded with as much loyalty to us and his own unadulterated expressive experience of life as possible – never showing any tarnish or remorse for the necessary surgery which had taken his potential identity away.
In celebration then of an auspicious time, where we may ‘start again’, I pulled all of these gifts in, to be pooled and amplified by my own prayers for humanity and myself that we may all begin to fully embrace the wisdom and Truth of the ages, and to do what we need to do, to heal ourselves and each other. Quite literally there is no point in dulling our ‘spirits’ or contacting them artificially as we will often do to avoid our power – just as nations do at potentially transformational times like New Years. Knowing in our hearts that the only true power is LOVE, we may collectively realize that through consciousness, courage, patience and acceptance any healing is possible and important.