I heard a wonderful Prospect (Nova Scotia) story, told to me by Ellen Ryan, who grew up here in Prospect. I suspect... er... I know she has many stories about childhood enchantments and delights, and here's one. She used to attend the local school which was very small, and run by nuns. Right around Christmas great interest grew in elves, little people, and fairy folk. All kinds of magic began to happen. The older children had certain periods of the day when they worked on secret presents for the younger children. They had also devised a way to make little notes fall from the ceiling on the little kids (at least this is the way Ellen remembers it). The notes were from fairy folk. By the time Christmas came, the younger children in the village were nearly beside themselves with magic, joy, and possibilities.
I think there is real magic here when we secretly create things for others; presents, fairy notes, post cards, messages in bottles, on pebbles... the possibilities are endless.
(Engage in some fairy magic today.)
My friend Diane AuCoin was reading author Sue Monk Kidd's (The Secret Life of Bees)newsletter and alerted me to this lovely quote:
I have come to love the following words by the French Nobel laureate, Albert Camus: “A person’s life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover, through the detours of art, or love, or passionate work, those one or two images in the presence of which his heart first opened.” Where did your heart first open? And how shall you find your way back to that dawning?Ah, yes, let's go to that place of our beginnings; and remember the moments when the light broke and our hearts opened.
Lovely! And finally there is this favorite Nietzsche quote which popped up in Eckhart Tolle's A New Earth:
For happiness, how little suffices for happiness! ...the least thing precisely, the gentlest thing, the lightest thing, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a wink, an eye glance - little maketh up the best happiness. Be still. -- Friedrich Nietzsche in Thus Spake Zarathustra
So the light broke and my heart opened when I looked at Prospero this morning (as it does most mornings; what a face).And I looked for the "least little thing" that made the "best happiness" and there were too many to count, but I took a picture of Edward's Icelandic Poppies in the early morning light and that will have to do for now. Some days it's such an amazing thing just to breathe... Sigh.
That was true in October of '06 and it's true today.