Then in changing the order of these words . . . “What can bring purpose to this newsletter?” . . . came an Ah-ha, a theme to carry though this second year of writings . . . Purpose . . . Meaning . . . in living whole. For what is the juice, the fuel, of living whole if not purpose and meaning in our day-to-day. What would sensing the meaning, the purpose, behind what and why you do what you do bring to your living every day? How would this bring wholeness to your spirit?
So with pen in hand, I pause and ask my Self: What brings meaning to my life? More specifically, what brings meaning to these writing?
The first thing that quietly whispers to me to this question is insight. Meaning comes to these writings when the sense of insight fills my thoughts, insight that brings awareness; insight that brings pondering; insight that has one look inside. Being aware of the wisdom that speak to us every day, the sageness that makes you – You, or with these writings, that which makes me – Me.
As I wake the morning of Daylight Savings Time I feel the sense of something waiting for me. Something that is precious. Something that we so often let slip through our fingers unnoticed that on this most auspicious of days I am able to choose when to experience. So until the hour of my choosing, the clocks in my home remain as they are. Then, when I choose, I move them back and savor 60 minutes of moments that are mine. And with those moments I taste the beauty that is the seasons for which, to me, autumn most exemplifies. The seasons, which continually present to us that living through change brings meaning and purpose to our everyday activities. Without change we die, intrinsically and extrinsically.
In the moments that falling back every autumn gives, feel the opportunity for insight into how change has brought meaning into your living. For me, this year, it has come . . .
• In my mother’s passing from this life, bringing gratitude for what our relationship taught me.
• With awareness that the practice of meditation brings lightened thought to the challenge that is living.
• Through the beauty of spirit that this ritual of valuing these precious 60 minutes has taught me.
So in a couple of weeks you too will have 60 minutes, one hour, that is all your own. Hold off turning the clocks back. Go about the day. Then in the afternoon, when the day begins to wane and you hear yourself repeating a statement so often used in our living, “Where did the day go?” know it is time. Make yourself some tea, hot cider, sit and ponder . . . what brings meaning to your living?