This morning I woke aware of celebrating the moisture in my eyes. I couldn’t immediately put my contacts in. I sat with my sweetheart of a cat Bella and allowed the relationship between eyes, wetness, and eyelid to unfold. Far out? Crazy? Well, pleasurable, for sure. I gave myself time to wake. I touched each finger to my face, feeling the pulse of heart through fingers and face.
I came to the computer to read an article in the LA Times by Mary McNamara titled “Ignore Marianne Williamson at Your Peril”.
I was struck by this paragraph:
“All of which was pretty much in sync with what everyone else was saying. It just seemed a bit more, well, wacky when Williamson said it. Perhaps because she didn’t cradle every statement in a litany of statistics, use every opportunity to catalogue her previous experience (she may be Oprah’s spiritual advisor but she also founded Project Angel Food) or repeatedly trot out an example of how [insert topic being addressed here] was “personal” to her.“
When I was first asked to donate money to the presidential campaign of Marianne Williamson, I scoffed. Though I knew she was the original author of the words so often attributed to Nelson Mandela I wondered how many did.
Then I watched both nights of the debates and saw how she was ignored. I saw her made fun of for wanting to “sage” the planet, but today I sit with the definitions of sage. a profoundly wise person; a person famed for wisdom, someone venerated for the possession of wisdom, judgment, and experience.
Maybe that is what the planet needs right now. Love trumps hate, and as Marianne said before Nelson Mandela:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?