Thursday, January 31, 2013


"The most powerful agent of change is a change of heart." ~ B.J. Marshal

I've spent the first 31 days of 2013 with eyes wide open and a spiritual heart transplant. Last year, it seemed as if I hid under a rock with fire ants as my companions infesting my mind and body with their venom. Now the venomous poisons of self-absorption, self-entitlement, and self-denigration no longer riddle my spiritual heart with infected pustules. 

The world is a groovy place of vibrant colors with each new day providing an endless array of possibilities to be grateful for. Prayer, solitude, daily meditation and a willingness to change will permanently alter one's lenses. Instead of bemoaning what I don't have in my life and focusing on the list of unaccomplished goals I seek ways to serve others. It sounds like a simple recipe with favorable results but when you're serving those who aren't appreciative of your efforts the sweet recipe quickly turns sour. 

Or what about those Mondays when you think the world has conspired against your new heart attitude and knocked off those groovy glasses? Last Monday morning I bitched and moaned about my workload plus photography woes to a good friend when hours later one of the doctors at work was gunned down. And just like that my woes shrunk to their Lilliputian sizes. This doctor who showed up to work that morning was oblivious to his impending demise 2 days before his birthday. Did he wake up grateful? Was he distracted all day with his stressful job? Did he call his wife and sons that afternoon to tell them he loved them? Was he looking forward to celebrating his birthday? 

Even with my new heart attitude I've let a few days pass without sending a "good morning I love you" text to my daughter who lives in San Diego. My arrogance blinds me to the fragility of life. I wake up with a grateful heart but act invincible to Death's stealthy approach. 

My granddaughter turned 5 on new year's day and she overheard my refusal of the proffered cake at her birthday party. In her childish innocence unmoored of pretentions she demanded that I eat cake because it's her birthday. She was right. I must eat cake because tomorrow isn't promised and birthdays only come once a year. May it sweeten the days when the doldrums hit and remind us that life is ready to be savored today.