Sparks fly everywhere around us. Like fireflies. Like magic. Like heart throbs.
Throughout our days the sparks appear: now, now, now.
What is a spark? you ask.
An ignition of the heart.
It’s when something in the world sings.
Quite often these are ordinary things.
The words of a friend. The taste of an apple (and how delightful when it’s a hidden rose tropical apple all pink inside!) An unexpectedly beautiful sunrise. Laughter with a partner. Christmas lights. The way chickadees try to get your attention when they want seeds.
A funny text. A blog that makes you think. Smiling baby pictures. A fun jigsaw puzzle. That special Christmas card with caring message. Squash pie hot from the oven. Fresh organic eggs.
You name it–our world is filled with sparks. (Some people call it “spirit”.) Everywhere they light up!
If we but pause to notice…it’s a sparking spirit world all around us, isn’t it?
My blogging friend Stacy Allbritton’s book sparks for me every time I pass the coffee table. It’s about thirteen-year-old Elaine Nicaise, a French Creole, who writes the story of colonial life in Louisiana in the early 1700’s.
I haven’t read it yet–and may not until January–but the cover page sparks my heart every time the eyes notice it. Spark, spark, spark.
In a dull grey December sparks still fly everywhere.
If we but look.
The sad thing about life’s pressures and demands is that we sometimes quit noticing these firefly sparks. We miss the joy they bring. Depression can sometimes even fizzle the flame of what always, always, appears around us many times a day. Sometimes many times an hour.
The open heart notices these gifts and receives them with delight.
Here’s another book that’s sparking for me. It sits in my Kindle reader waiting for the proper moment. Again, probably in January. Another blogging friend, Leelah Saachi, wrote this about the healing gifts of art, play and forgiveness.
When Fear comes home to love. Can you imagine anything more spark-filled? If all of our fear (even the hidden fears) come home to love? This is a spark of all sparks, the miracle of Christ consciousness.
Writing sparks me, oh it sparks me. I try to write feelings instead of conceptual words. To make the reader feel deep, deep, deep. Yesterday my heart sparked for hours after writing the Solstice post. The ancient grandmothers and grandfathers sang in these bones.
And another blogging friend, Joanne, sent her spark out with this comment that brought me to tears–
You’ve done it again, Kathy. You have given me words that I feel rather than read. What a gift your friendship is. As I begin to feel world weary and monumentally p-ed off by the actions of some people, you are here to remind me, and all who feel your words along with me, that the light will return.
Happy Solstice, dear friend.
We all have the ability spark for one another, don’t we?
We all can spark for ourselves, too.
Please share some of the ordinary wonderful sparks in YOUR world today. I would love to hear!
P.S. After I wrote this, I realized that “sparks fly everywhere” usually portend a different kind of emotional spark. Isn’t it interesting that sparks can connote both joy AND strong feelings?
Day 66 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.
Your blog posts spark for me. Thank you. ❤
OK, that comment just sparked back for me. Gosh, I love sparks, don’t you? Happy day, Robin!
OH! sparking surprise! THANK YOU Kathy, that made me tear up and breathe a LOT
Yay, yay, yay! Sparking surprises are the best–and so are tears, sometimes, too. ❤ So glad to spark you today. ❤
I could use some sparks to warm this place once again! I sparked my space heater. Heated up some spice cauliflower and sweet potato stew, yes for breakfast!
Oh right your writing about spiritual sparks! Ha ha! I knew that. Allowing ourselves to be open to receive those moments is many time caught in the moment of being willing.
To prepare for my practice, of prayer, spiritual readings, and journalling, I arrange everything in front of me, books, crystals, I apply or breath certain essential oils that I am drawn too at those moments. This morning once again, to breath in the Hawaiian Sandalwood which sense sparks through my sense, bringing forth something deep within… that sensation doesn’t happen all the time yet when it does it’s a moment to savor… holding as I read, journal, thanking my Higher Power/Holy for the gifts of the day!
You sure do need some sparks to warm your place, Jeff! Thank goodness you have a space heater. Your stew sounds utterly fabulous, mmmm…. Thanks for sharing your moments of centering and sparking into Spirit. How wonderful that the sandlewood essence sparks that holiness within at times. Really appreciate hearing this today.
Your post is sparkling on my laptop screen at the moment! Listening to WMVY radio makes me happy — all my favorite kinds of music. Hubby sitting over there in his chair, so grateful for another soul here in quarantine. Gazing at my winter wonderland solstice tree. 🌲
Barbara, I enjoyed hearing your personal sparks in your life. Music can be a big spark! (These are a few of my favorite things…sorry…still in the Sound of Music mode after watching with Mom Sunday night.) And isn’t it wonderful to have another soul during these days? Much love to you and your solstice tree. (Oh, and Tim too!)
I look forward to reading your posts and yes, they usually spark something within me ♥
That is a sweet spark to here right now, Amanda-Lyn. Thank you!!
I see sparks here! ❤
Yes, my friend, we can be sparks for one another. I keep reminding myself of something you wrote about thankfulness, and being aware. Things are not the way that brings me joy, but I look into her eyes and feel the spark, and am joyful in that moment. Thank you for reminding me of moments, not lifetimes. XOXO
Yes, I can imagine that’s how you feel the spark, Stacy. It is the moments, I think. Much love and moments of sparks even in a flower or the moon or maybe some book sales. ❤
Oh, this is lovely! Yes, the sparks…when the phone rings, and one of my daughter’s voices is there, just to make sure I’m okay. A friend reaches out…a dog rests her head in my lap…a box of chocolates arrives in the mail…a meal turns out perfectly…if we just watch for them, they are everywhere, aren’t they?
Cindy, thank you for sharing your sparks. So many little bits, everywhere, like fireflies in summertime–or maybe sparkling stars in a winter’s midnight sky. ❤
The little Robin that comes everyday to bath in our little pond and eat the seeds is a wonderful Spark.
That sounds like such a lovely spark, Tilly! ❤
Lovely to come back to some joyful sparks flying! It’s so easy to get caught up in what is missing in our lives right now. Thank you for the reminder to notice the joy and take time to appreciate the sparks that are here. 🙏💝🙏
Val, you are so right. Easier to get sidetracked by what’s not happening now than to notice the lovely sparks appearing now, now and now. ❤
Those pink apples look soooo sweet and delicious!
This was one of our favorite fruits in the box so far.