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.