This morning, as I do many mornings, I go into the Jacuzzi in our backyard for 15-30 minutes and allow the experience to slowly awaken me. I commune with the water, the grass, the flowers and garden, the trees, the sky and the surrounding mountains. I take in the new day. The sun is hovering at just the right height, shining through the trees; not too hot yet. And there is shade enough, but not so it hides the heat. Half of my body is in the warm water, the top half in the coolness of the air. It is a perfect little paradise. I like to sit in a little pool float and watch it all. I watch nature, even as it watches me in its own way. It is both prayer and contemplation. It is communing with the day and communion as I drink in the beauty and soak in the peace. It is the recognition of grace, of allowing my being to acknowledge, with gratitude, that I am still here.
Today, I found myself contemplating how the float moved in the water. Even without the water jets blasting, the wind moved me around, as I drifted on its breeze. When the jets were turned on, the movements became more intense. I spun and drifted from side to side, sometimes hitting my head against the sides of the pool. I realized that life is a lot like this. It can move us around, bump us up against things, spin us around, and blow us from place to place without us having much say in it.
Then, I decided I didn’t want all the movement. I wanted more stillness and calm. I placed my legs over the side, in a position where they acted as an anchor. I would still move around a bit, but not near the amount I did without an anchor. The jets were still going, but I was not so affected. It allowed me to enjoy the bubbling of water without the dizziness of the spinning. And when I turned the jets off, I was even more still. Again, it was a moment to realize the parallel to everyday living.
We are all in the waters of life. Many people drift along, being blown here and there, drifting without an anchor, not knowing where we are headed. And when life turns on its jets and bubbles up beneath us, it can be intense. Life can come at us without our permission, so to speak, and present us with situations and circumstances that may be surprising, unwanted, and uncomfortable. Life can spin us around, and we can drift, being pushed around by powers that seem to have us in their control.
It helps to have an anchor. It helps to have an anchor in real boats in real water, and it helps us humans, if we can find an anchor in our lives; one that can keep us more grounded and still; one that can keep us from drifting. Now, most anchors work by digging into the ground beneath the water. I had an imperfect anchor, using my feet against the sides of the small pool. Still, it worked at least enough for me to be inspired in seeing the power of being connected to something that could help me become more still. Being still, I was able to focus more and longer on the magnificent beauty of the trees. I was able to look more deeply into their being and body for any message they may be trying to convey this day. Each created thing is a word about God, and can be used to communicate, as all of life can coalesce to speak to us in a moment. And it did speak. It is the reason I am writing this very blog. I got the message from the water, the float, the trees and mountains, grass and flowers, from the heat and coolness of the sun and breeze, from the spinning and drifting… all uniting in a message of the power of having an anchor.
For some people their anchor is family. For others it is nature. For others it is their spirituality. There can be as many anchors as there are people. However, some anchors don’t work very well. If one turns to drinking constantly to escape the turmoil of life, they are prone to finding out it does not work very well. Family can be an anchor, but most families have moving parts (called family members) that we cannot control. They are human beings, who have their own life and wills and path. It is hard for a human to be our anchor, as they are in the same water as we are, and made of the same stuff. Some people use exercise as an anchor, going to the gym religiously. Our physical bodies are glorious creations, and we can hone them all of our lives, but they are, after all, going to age. They are prone to injury and sickness and we know they are going to die eventually. They are temporal.
Inviting into your life Divinity… God consciousness – is the only thing I have experienced that is always able to keep me from drifting too far afield from my own self, life work and purpose. I am grounded in a still, transcendent reality, even while on the chaotic sea of life. The divinity within life, that is life – is eternal with no beginning and no end. It is unconditional love and is always there, pouring forth its graces toward us. It is stronger and surer than anything life has in its creative, diverse but impermanent appearances. As an anchor has weight, the weight of Spirit cannot be measured. But it can be experienced when we live its constancy. It can keep us still, keep us calm… no matter how intense the waters of life swirl around us, or bubble up beneath us; no matter how deep the ocean of our burdens may be.
It helps to realize that the very life we live is already anchored in the Giver of life itself. But it is up to us to be conscious of and stay connected to this ANCHOR of life.
And all this from a morning in the Jacuzzi. Hmph!
May you have Power For Life, Now!