In Search Of The Silver Lining

I was travelling Down Under the past few months, mostly under the guise of dodging snowy winters, which I am not as fond of as I used to be. Not surprisingly I found myself back in Australia, sometimes fondly called, the land of OZ. OZ, that wonderful perhaps not-so-mythical region that as a storyteller I would adore to spend my life in, if only I could find my red ruby shoes! Australia itself is a place blessed by sun and wide open spaces. It’s big country. Not quite as large as my native Canada but close enough. And like Canada, it has many facets to it. I spent most of my time in Queensland, a vast state that is both warm and tropical; made more so if you reach the Far North, which I did not. I house sat frequently. It’s a wonderful way to get to know places and people, not to mention helping out with that shoestring of budget I usually surf the world on. I wandered from Brisbane to the Sunshine Coast and back, briefly venturing south to the NSW border and the Byron Bay Hinterland. I liked it all, a lot.

I was also there for the floods, both the crescendo building of what I came to call, the rains, as they endlessly soaked lands, towns, and overflowing swimming pools to the eventual deluge of Brisbane city itself. It had horrific consequences. Crops were lost, lands were swamped, houses filled with silt and mud and water, and towns and cities ravaged, some beyond recognition. Yet in the midst of it all was the magnificent spirit of people, their willingness to pitch in and help each other, coupled with their desire to breathe deep and begin again. It was both heart-warming and inspiring.

On top of that, I landed at the Auckland airport in New Zealand two hours after the large Christchurch earthquake. Again I saw massive destruction, buildings crumbled, people injured, some dying, some gone, and yet again the power of the human spirit in action, again that hand reaching forth and helping without question. Their resilience was profoundly moving. When I went back recently on route home to Canada, Christchurch experienced two more large aftershocks. It is impossible to imagine what it must feel like to never have a single moment when you are not sitting on shaky ground, literally, which is exactly what has been happening to the people of Christchurch. In the midst of this came Japan, with its massive earthquake, endless aftershocks, devastating tsunami, and nuclear disaster; a situation almost impossible to describe, let alone imagine having to live through. We are all left humbled by it.

I have also seen what happens when the shock is over, when waters recede and what is left are mostly mud-filled streets, broken homes and buildings, liquefaction, or with the tsunami, perhaps nothing at all. The wave of fear that follows is understandable. The questions it brings, endless. What can be built again and how? With what and by whom? Our sense of security becomes profoundly affected, as do our beliefs. Often we are left with nothing to hold onto, our faith now dangling in the proverbial winds.

And yet, strangely, it is in just such moments when a window often opens. Call it a gift of God, perhaps. A chance to view that silver lining, catch its hidden message, and dare to live anew.

To me, we are at a cross-road. Do we continue to live life on the edge of an increasingly topsy-turvy world, being battered by the chaos that appears to be escalating, as though at times our even looking at it as it happens helps to build its momentum? Or do we dare to turn our view toward a brighter horizon, to feed our hearts and minds with the beauty and love that resides everywhere (yes, even midst the devastation), and then hold true to it with every breath we take and all the passion we can muster until it becomes our reality, balanced and harmonious?

A monumental task, some might say. Perhaps to others, even pure folly. But is it? If we drop our fears for even a millisecond and look around with open eyes, we will find immeasurable beauty absolutely everywhere. Some of it will be dramatic and astounding, the kind that seems to take your breath away. Others will be gentle and subtle, like soft moments to the heart. If we breathe those moments in deeply, we will
find ourselves expanding, our bodies relaxing, and our picture of our world illuminating
with a vividness of colour and light that has always been there but that we have been too clouded and too frightened to see. We will find ourselves opening to a love we have all craved for, the essence of which exists everywhere and is eternal.

We live in paradise, here and now.

Hard as that might be to believe, it is true. Our world is exquisite. It is a miracle of lushness and beauty, of vastness and depth, of amazing creativity, and of the joy and celebration of life. We are blessed beyond measure. It is a mirror of who we are and we are a mirror of it. Or as Amergin said in one of those epic Irish legends (and I’m
paraphrasing), ‘I am the wind that blows over the sea, I am the wave, I am the sound, the earth, the plant, the sky, the ray of sun…’ In other words, I am my world and my world is me. I see it (as the movie, Avatar, would say) in all its beauty, and it sees me.

So here’s the opportunity. We can continue to view, hence experience, the chaos and de-construction of our world, and in so doing increase its downward slide, or we can take all that energy we are unconsciously using to defend the way we think it has always been and so will always be, and open wide our eyes and hearts and view the magnificence that lives side-by-side with us each and every moment of each and
every day. We can dare to dream a different world, and in so doing awaken to the fact that we are already living in it here and now.

I know it’s a stretch. I’ve done my share of wandering in and out of the valley of shadow so I know how tricky all this can seem. I know what hold shadow energy can have on our psyches and on our hearts. I know how tired it can make us feel. But we’ve stretched before as a human family and come out the other side into a new light of day, and we can certainly stretch again. We can choose to do it alone or we can help each
other, but we can succeed. After all, it’s our time, our window, the silver lining midst a cloud-filled world.

One last thought – we bridge into each other’s worlds each and every day. Sometimes it’s through travel. Sometimes it’s a story told on television, in the newspapers, or online. Sometimes it is a visitor sitting at our table. When we bridge, we are touched, often deeply, and from that moment on we are never quite the same. We have become more. We have felt the magic or the plight of another. We have smiled or we have cried. We have remembered that we are all part of this family we call, humanity, and that at its core, our essence is eternal. When we remember that, we come home, we are more.

This is our world. Let the bridge be one of love, the view be one of beauty, the invocation of a better life. Let us be willing to see paradise here and now. To celebrate its existence within our hearts and throughout our lives, and live it with joy and laughter, passion and harmony, and yes, with love.

Aliana Alani 2011

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4 thoughts on “In Search Of The Silver Lining

  1. Did want to leave a reply. Nice to read things about the non-illusion — where we truly do live in paradise. Seeing through to the love … being the love. Keep on posting!

  2. I am one of those you spoke of who was hit by “the rains” in Queensland, that in my case had the effect of moving the ground underneath my house causing it to break apart. It was like a flood and an earthquake in one. My home was also my business… a small retreat centre dedicated to the opening of consciousness, so my business was also my life’s vision. Somewhere in there a somewhat tortured relationship of 11 years died in me as well. So not so long ago, I felt as if I was standing in the ruins of my life, with everything precious falling apart around me.

    And then, exactly as you say in your post, a window opened. Actually, several windows. My community came together and supported me in a way that made it virtually impossible to close my heart to what was unfolding. A mob of about 20 men arrived one weekend to demolish all that was not safe, then re-do a bunch of plumbing and electrical work to make what was left liveable once again as a home. Meanwhile the women-folk gathered to feed us, support us and love us in other ways too numerous to mention. They organised a community concert as a fundraiser, and even some months later continue to check-in and make sure my heart, mind and soul are all still open and ticking over. I learnt in those months a depth of gratitude I had never known, and that gratitude is a window in itself to many good things.

    The big window that opened was the realisation that who I am is not the same as what I do or where I live or even what my life’s vision is. Whatever identity I have left is planted squarely in what I share with those I love. It’s more the small acts of generosity, compassion, wisdom, humour, altruism and love that we exchange that makes me who I am. The collapse of my material world cleared away the familiar ‘noise’ of my existence so that finally I could hear those gentle whispers of the heart reminding me that spirit lives there, and that the love we share is why we are here.

    Since then, I have found a freedom that I have never known before. My life is now a blank canvas inviting me to be creative, courageous and to find a deeper inspiration than I had before. Something in me has opened to new possibilities, and as a result, new opportunities are appearing all around me like flowers in Spring.

    One such flower came as a friend wanting to record a YouTube video series on the subject of Change. He describes the universal change process, where we find a place within us that was once stable and working becomes inadequate to the evolving demands of the world around us, creating tension and yearning. Sooner or later, the old coping strategies fail completely, and we enter a period of chaos. The old structures MUST come apart if our inner world is to reorganise itself into some more complex, more beautiful level of human capacity. After the chaos comes the breakthrough and a period of excitement and learning, eventually to settle as a new stable place within us, waiting patiently for the next evolutionary cycle.

    The lesson from his series, and from my recent experience, is to accept the change, to accept the period of chaos where the world we know falls apart, and to let go into the mystery of what is to come next. What is certain is that if we avoid the temptation to fight for the old ways and simply let go into the unknown, what follows is an awakening into a new world that is more delicate, more expansive, more connected, and more beautiful than the one we knew before. If we fight for a return to the old stability, all we do is increase the chaos and intensify and extend the suffering.

    The value in understanding and accepting this change process is that we can learn to flow with it, as a sailor learns to work with the deep unseen currents of an ocean. If a current is too strong to take her where she intended to go, she can allow herself to be guided to a different safe harbour than the one she is familiar with, trusting that the cosmic forces that made the current know better than the little creature clinging to the steering wheel.

    And finally to share with you my distillation of a recent talk by the Dalai Lama at our neighbour, the Chenrezig Buddhist institute. He encourages us to use compassion and wisdom to liberate the suffering we encounter into love. With a tender heart and a few well chosen words, suffering can be transformed into a moment of liberation, turning chaos into opportunity and change into our dear friend. As “His Happiness” says over and over, it is kindness to others that is the secret of a fulfilling life. Simple eh?

    Thanks for your wonderful post. Certainly inspired me!
    With Blessings
    Terry

    • Thank you Terry! Bless your heart and bless your journey. Your words are also inspiring, and the road you’ve had to travel lately is humbling. May the light shine upon all your days and may ease and harmony fill them to the brim and more.

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