Every week I am going to speak to three topics: anecdotes, books, ideas, products, or innovations that I believe are peace-building, heart-opening, community-celebrating, love-spreading vehicles. Complaining and criticizing are easy traps to fall into, but I am convinced that building up holds far more power and transformative energy.
So, my sweet friends, here goes…Our world is a beautiful village and peace does begin at home.
What I am thinking about / loving this week….
Last week was the engagement,
then this week brought us yet another reason to celebrate…
Olivia turned twelve.
Admittedly, I do have a thing about birthdays. I believe they are truly worth celebrating. Life, after all, is challenging and none of us are immune to pain and difficulties. To some degree, most of us struggle with our sense of worth in this crazy and messy world.
So why not spend one day a year (or 2 or 3) whooping it up, and celebrating the mere fact of our honored presence on this planet? Also, why not wholeheartedly celebrate the birth days of those that we love and hold dear?
My mother was a master of the art of celebration. It wasn’t that she ever tried to be her own version of Martha Stewart. Rather, she simply oozed joy and delight and invited celebration. She was happy to bake a cake and plan a meal, welcomed guests with laughter and hugs, was ready to dance in the kitchen or sit and chat and share a glass of wine, and she loved buying gifts….
Not only did I adore all of that about her, but I feel it and get it and embrace it all in myself too.
So again, why not celebrate?
Surely the marking of another year is worth a gathering, a cake, a feast, and laughter.
Happy Birthday my twelve year old girl.
I cannot now pretend that I closely followed the work and life of Maya Angelou, nor can I pretend that I have read most of her books or her poems.
What I do know of this fascinating woman has come to me in small snippets:
a quote or poem of hers I may have come across in another book, an interview with her and Oprah that I saw, and so many references to her from other writers and teachers.
Still, I find myself quite struck by the news of her death this week,
and riveted by the descriptions of her as they have come in from different news sources –
‘she lived a life of relentless creativity’,
‘she was a sculptor of words’,
‘she lived a life as a teacher, an activist, artist and human being. She was a warrior for equality, tolerance, and peace’ (Guy B Johnson)
‘she moved through the world with unshakeable calm, confidence, and a fierce grace‘ (Oprah)
and then there’s her last incredible tweet from a few days before her death, that has been spread the world round already,
‘Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God’.
Be still my heart. What honoring words of pure inspiration are these,
describing a woman who fully understood her own power and willingly stepped into it,
owning herself with no apologies,
and understanding always that true power and strength is guided, motivated, and fueled above all by love.
What a woman,
one that I now am even more inspired to get to know deeper.
I will finally be reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings as I have been intending to for years, and I along with so many others, will be letting myself be mentored by Maya Angelou‘s essence, her spirit, and her words long after her death.
‘There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you’ Maya Angelou also once said,
and so may we all be graced by her beautiful example, and all be empowered to find our own voices,
Have you noticed the lilacs in full radiant bloom (how could one not!?),
and noted their heady gorgeous Spring fragrance?
Is it just me, or do these sorts of recurring wonders of nature become only more miraculous as we age,
and become more aware of the fragility and beauty of it all?
I see you lilacs, and you are a sight to behold.