Things have a way of just happening together – at the right time, and with confirmation from multiple sources. Last week the readings were from Luke, recounting the meeting of Mary and Elizabeth. The story is numbingly familiar: Mary tells her cousin that she is pregnant and immediately a child, destined to be John the Baptist, leaps within her.
The kicker of this is – Elizabeth couldn’t have children, and it’s pretty clear from her description that she beyond child-bearing in age. The Greek word (yes, I can still summon a few, it was, after all a quarter of my undergrad) here is probaino. The term is translated here to mean “old age” but in reality it means “advancing, or going on”.
On Saturday morning, a friend shared her spin on this story. She said that every time there is a biblical reference to someone being “too old” – that is the time that something great is about to transpire. Wow. Staring down the double barrel of my 45th birthday, that is a wonderful thought. Something great is about to transpire.
It was also Saturday that the partner phase of my relationship came to a close. It does not seem like it is “over”, rather it is complete. The tasks that brought us together have been accomplished and thus the moving on is only hopeful and a bit nostalgic. I have no need for drama or animosity, just good wishes that the next phase of his life will be as wonderful as I anticipate mine to be.
There is something happening within me. I’m not saying that it is leaping within me like a kid destined to eat locusts, but there is something at work. I am calmer, happier, more at peace. I have the sense that everything is exactly as it is supposed to be. This Law of Attraction business is working on me in a way that things haven’t for a long time. I am going to allow it to continue to work and not presuppose what will happen. I will, however, have deliberate intentions about the types of energy I resonate.
Something from the Abraham-Hicks CD stands out: it is easier to be well than to be sick, it is easier to have plenty than to be poor, it is easier to love than to hate, it is easier to be yourself than to try to be someone else.
There is something happening, gentle reader. I will keep you posted. I certainly don’t anticipate that I will ever be a tender hippy, espousing new age platitudes and ideologies. But I can definitely be a nicer, happier guy.
In the words of Abraham, “there is great love for you here. We are complete.”
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