painting by Jane Logan
I don’t know that we often awaken with the sense or even an openness to the idea that this day could alter our lives completely…until we experience such a day. We often hope for it, pray for it, plead and beg for it, all the while, not really expecting it…at least I didn’t.
That day came to me quietly and very unexpectedly. It was one that started like any other but at day’s end, the person I had known as my self was gone and what was left was, well, completely new. The emptiness, the emptiness that I had been attempting to fill in so many unsuccessful ways was filled to overflowing. And as I looked out onto the world, it was as though I looked through eyes that had been washed clean. My heart, my broken, broken heart was mended. No, it was a new heart, beating with a rhythm I had never heard before but that was hauntingly more familiar than anything I had known. And it seemed that a steady stream of joy-filled tears threatened to carve a permanent path into my cheeks. I didn't know what was happening but I knew I wanted it to endlessly continue. What I experienced was a life-altering and indescribable mystical experience.
This was many, many years ago but the depth and beauty of what I saw that day has continued to unfold in innumerable ways. I have watched as seeming impenetrable barriers have melted before my eyes. There have been many physical healings, both in myself and in others who have been brought to my experience, that allopathic or traditional Western medicine would assert were impossible. Relationships that I believed were beyond hope, beyond healing, have been transformed before me into something unutterably precious and dear. I’ve sat for hours as paintings have poured forth from a pallet of possibilities to beautiful images on a canvas without ever having been taught to paint. There have been countless inner experiences, realizations and joyful encounters as well as deep challenges that in this new light I saw as opportunities for growth and healing. And I have felt the palpable presence of those that have passed on, teaching me that even what we think of as death does not separate or sever Love; that Love is truly all and nothing, not one thing, can or ever has changed this fact.
Now, now that I stand here in this moment recalling some of the many, many blessings found since that day, I am filled with ineffable joy and a deep sense of gratitude. And even as the wheels of this life seem to be turning once again, I am filled with a rather quiet and joyful expectancy.
Come fly with me! My wings are spread and together we can soar!
- by Jane Logan
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