Guest Column from "lessermystery"

I wanted to share something with you that I received as a note from my friend who goes publicly by the name of lessermystery.

It's a acknowledgement of passages, motion you understand, from one way of being to another. Then commitment towards that way of being while all the time acknowledging that the mystery still surrounds one.

I feel really good about this note and wanted to share it with you.

Goodlife.

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From "lessermystery"

I have begun to make an effort to take better care of mother nature since the oil spill. That rocked my world and really clarified what's important. My efforts are indeed small, and I always wish I could do more, and sometimes I slip back into some negligent behaviours. Weakness of mind over matter sometimes when the stress gets high.

I ask her to understand that I am mortal,and sometimes can't get past my ego, although I'm always aware at these times, that this is the case.

I have added a little more to my caring, little by little over the months since the spill.

Here is an anecdote that will make you smile:

About a week back, I walked past some shattered glass on the sidewalk. That last time that happened, it was very early in the morning, on a side street, so I decided to pick up all the shards of glass so that the birds and squirrels wouldn't step on them. I knew I might look a bit odd, but not too many people around.

This time, it was on a busy street, in broad daylight, outside a bank. I notified the bank about the broken glass, and offered to clean it up. They said they would do it. 

I went on my way home.

A crow cawed out from a tree. I felt like he was daring me to clean it up. I went to the store, bought a little hand held broomie thing, a little dustpan, went back to the bank, and cleaned up all the broken glass. Some people laughed, looked at me funny, but I figured if the city caretakers didn't look crazy cleaning it up, then why should I? They get paid to do it!!

Anyway, on my way back home, same crow, (it seemed) seemed to be laughing at me with its cawing. I will willing to look stupid for love, I guess - but I get a kick out of the crows and maybe they get a kick out of me, I don't know.

When the signs are more "dramatic", I ask God to remember that I'm a mortal, and not used to these things, but I'm always present to God, to nature as much as I can be, with the connection growing, and the fear lessening as this becomes more a part of my "language".

"lessermystery"