When we first moved into this house in 1972, I wanted to plant a Ginkgo tree like those that grew on some of the lawns at UCLA. These tall stately trees had the most unusual leaf, shaped somewhat like a fan. I saw them one summer and fell in love with their elegant stature.
The spirit of the the little tree growing on the side of our front yard is strong. It lived on even after some careless driver, turned and drove over the curb, knocking over the Ginkgo, breaking it of at the base of its trunk, just a few inches from the roots in the ground. From the tire marks of the lawn, we could see that the car stopped just a foot from our house.
Instead of killing the tree, the shock of the injury jolted it into a new life, a rebirth of its ancient essence, which not only allowed it to live on, but to grow new branches and continue its journey upward.
Today, the Ginkgo has bright new green leaves and the small Lavender tree nearby is blooming with small clusters of its fragrant blossoms. Seeing this little bit of loveliness, heartened my spirits. And, I started to walk with a little more energy, just a little further. Onward, onward.
My children; how blessed I have been to have had you come though me.
What joy it had been to be your mother even though you are now grown and are no longer in need of my attentions.
Have I told you lately that I am proud of you, that you have become remarkable men. And, that day by day, I give thanks that you chose to be my child in this lifetime.
Your hearts are filled with love and compassion, your fine minds are sharpened by discernment. And all that awaits is the moment when the touch of the divine awakens that part of you which reveals the eternal spark. And you realize that you too are made of stuff of the Gods. Perfect and whole, and individually and uniquely suited be part of those who will lead another generation on the journey to an evolving tomorrow.
My dear husband slumbers in the bed we have made together and in this moment all I can feel is the love that has bound us together all these years. How lucky am I that we found each other, and after all these years are still clashing against each other, rubbing and polishing off those jagged edges to reveal the beauty hidden inside.
The day after her master came into the city,
as the mists of the dream receded into the deep
slowly she came awake.
For the moment she stood open
as the lilting sounds of music fed her soul
and the touch of a friend brought with it
a sense of unity.
The little window in her heart had opened,
allowing in a glimpse of heaven,
the presence filled her being.
And once again she sensed the love
that had always existed
in all the spaces about her.
She didn’t want this sense of joy to end,
and so ... resisted sleep.
GULP!
A few days ago, I removed my California 'driver's license' from the little clear pocket in my wallet in order to see something better. That is when I discovered that I had not been carrying around a California Driver's License at all. The card in my wallet was a Senior Citizen Identification Card. That means that I have been driving with an expired license for years. Oh My God!
In the days that have elapsed since this discovery, every possible worst-case scenario of what it would be like to live in the Los Angeles suburbs without a driver's license crossed my mind.
One of the first things I did to rectify the problem was to call someone I knew who worked at the D.M.V. The next morning, this kind fellow looked up my driver's license number, then called me to tell me; "Yes in deed, you are driving around with an expired license!" "But", he continued, "this happens all the time, and you can still get your license renewed. All you need to do is to go into the D.M.V office, take a vision test, have your picture taken, and take the written exam. And then, he volunteered to drop by the newest California Driver Handbook and an application.
I studied for this exam as I have not studied in years, and alternated between states of anxiety and relative calm when I remembered that this, too, was an opportunity for growth. Nevertheless, I could not help but consider what might happen if I failed the vision test, the written exam, or they found some other reason which would preclude me from driving.
This morning, I told my husband that I needed him to drive me to the D.M.V., and that I would appreciate it if he would speak only encouraging words to me as I prepared. During the short ride over to the nearby office, I shared with him some of my worst fears. I also asked him to say the mantra for me ... not thinking that this would fix anything humanly, but I knew that it would help me to have the spiritual support to accept what ever might happen in any case.
Certainly I know, that this little problem can not compare to the large issues many face every day in this unstable and volatile world. But I was unsettled. Nevertheless, it helped me to be able to connect with the part of me that remembered that I was still capable, that I still had the ability to learn, and that even if I was denied a license, I would learn to cope and even find beauty in whatever might come.
So with this bit of inner calm, I walked into the office, stood in the long line, and when it was my turn, simply and concisely explained my dilemma to the woman waiting behind the counter. She looked up, nodded and proceeded to tell me what to do next.
An hour and a half later, after I passed the vision test, had my picture and thumb print taken, got a perfect score on the written exam, I was issued my new Interim Driver License.
And, not once, (even when I overheard a conversation between a couple of other applicants) did I worry or think about the unflattering photo that would be imprinted on my new license. So maybe I have grown a bit. I am simply feeling very grateful right now. :-)
