Hello again dear Readers! It has been some time since I last wrote a blog for you. The past cycle of time has been full of experiences, full of newness and travel and meeting many different people. It has also been a time of deep reflection upon my life, both personally and in the larger context of humanity upon Earth now. So much is happening on so many levels, it can be nearly overwhelming at times.
It is a balancing act to maintain calm and remain grounded in the face of all the various energies coming to us each day. Then come certain moments when a small act can make one glad to be alive.
This afternoon I went for a walk near the neighborhood gardens where I often go, feeling pretty low. I had prayed my usual prayer for Light and protection to the Blessed Mother and angels, and also asked for direct help with my heart today. Then, as I sat on the bench alongside the footpath, came the older Danish gentleman with whom I am acquainted. We have spoken before, me in my halting Danish and him in his strong country-accented Danish. Even though there are big gaps in the conversation due to a lack of comprehension, on another level we understand each other very well, the level of the heart. I was unable to say much at first, but he didn’t seem to mind. After a few minutes, I suggested that we walk together to his garden plot and take a look at his vegetables. Once there, I found myself able to speak a bit more in Danish, commenting on his carrots and tomatoes, and the fact that his squash plants were very small this year. He told me it was because it has been so dry in Denmark this summer. Then he asked if he may give me a kilo of ‘gulerødder’ or carrots, to take home. At first I declined, wanting to be polite, but when he asked again I realized that of course I should accept his kind offer. So he took a spade and dug the hard ground, breaking a portion of the carrots free from the soil, then breaking off the tops, he carefully chose the best-looking ones, and put them into a bag for me to take home. Then we walked over to inspect his calendula flowers, which were growing happily in spite of the lack of rainfall. He told me that they were called Morning Ladies in Danish, and began to pluck several blossoms, creating a lovely bouquet of orange and gold, then handed it to me. By this time all I could say was ‘many thanks,” and that I should get going back home. He gave me a nice goodbye, and we parted.
Today was such a beautiful lesson in having faith, and in having my prayers answered– in this case, nearly instantly. I left my home with a heavy heart, and received such a gift by the time I returned, in the form of nourishment, color, and friendship. This evening the calendulas are cheering up my desk as I write these words, reminding me of the blessings contained in each day, and the importance of allowing them to change me.