I come back from a trip after the pandemic started. I check the pictures in my cellphone and my mind is full with the vivid memories of landscapes, people, moments, which I will keep as if in a chest so that they put heat on the cloudy winter days, so as not to give into the temptation of thinking that gray is the only color tone. Spring is beautiful only because of the winter rains. And we have to experience the rain to understand life. We always have the memory of what we experienced so that it illuminates the gray moments.
I invite you all to dive into the chest of memories when things turn gray … bring back to memory so many unexpected gifts. Now that we begin a new year, with its stresses and tensions, meetings, scheduling issues, calendars, etc. and we set off, the body is picking up pace, we go through a certain autumn crisis.
Besides the nice memories, I have brought back from this trip the desire not to waste the year, not to remain in regrets, and to put into practice some of the things that have been given to me in reading: “In any ruin there is usually a tabernacle, a treasure chamber or a tomb that has been looted. In the ruin of a man that secret and empty place is the soul … “
The invitation of this new year is to discover the tabernacle, the treasure chamber … that is inside me, without waiting for the end of the year, and think rich of so much as it has already been given to me – not tomorrow.
A year to risk – I accept the invitation, I say.
I will say only one thing: open your heart to the ruach/ spirit.
Then they will say there is a great risk: I respond “Take risks.”
There will be those who warn: “they are going to be wrong” – Make a mistake.
There is no lesson better learned than the one that has cost a mistake.
Make a mistake, that will allow you to learn the lesson better.
And I hope, when I am a few years older, to be able to verify that my total confidence in the people of today has not been disappointed.
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