If I Have the Belief…

 In Reflections

“If I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it, even if I may not have it at the beginning.” —Mahatma Gandhi

On this day of the spring equinox, we both celebrate the official arrival of spring and the tipping point into more light than darkness each day. What will you begin and grow with the sun’s support?

In the quote above, Gandhi points to the power of belief in oneself and the dream to start us on our way. And staying strong in our belief, he suggests we are surely drawn to the resources to expand our capacity to turn our dream into reality.

While the twists and turns of life can sometimes derail our best laid plans, spring seems like the perfect time to lean into the possibilities and potentials the power of our belief can open us up to. What are you ready to shine the light of your belief on?
May you be blessed with belief in yourself and the awareness of the Holy One’s faith and belief in you when doubts arise.

Power of Belief

“Thoughts are just moving through consciousness. They have no power. Nothing has reality until you reach it, grab it, and somehow impregnate it with the power of belief.”
― Adyashanti

Spring Has Come

“Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the Earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!”
―Sitting Bull

Introduction to Centering Prayer

Austin-based Metanoia Journey is offering an introductory workshop on Centering Prayer this Saturday, March 23rd from 10am to 3pm. If you are interested in learning more about and registering for this workshop, this link takes you to Metanoia Journey’s website.

The Littlest Engine

In the year 2030, on the 100th anniversary of publication,
someone will read to a toddler from the children’s book,
The Little Engine That Could, and tell her, of course you
don’t remember, but this was you. You, that little engine
puffing your way into your very new, very tiny life.
I imagine the child laughing, bouncing to the cadence:
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

This is what I was thinking in the NICU nursery one
December with a baby snuggled close, her cheek on my
collarbone, her tiny nose puffing into my neck. I timed
twelve of her feather-light out-breaths to my one exhale
as I whispered encouragement. I know you can, I know
you can, I know you can.

The image in mind and heart was of the tiniest of trains
on the narrowest toothpick tracks, huffing its precious
load on a seemingly impossible journey for one born so
small, so early. I know you can, I know you can, I puffed
with her, telling myself: I must remember this.

Later, busy with the holiday and almost forgetting as
I feared I would, clearing out the last of the Christmas
decorations, something fell from my hands. Retrieving it,
I was not at all surprised to see the small wooden
ornament, a miniature steam engine.

Blue. Yellow wheels. Red smokestack.

Martha K. Grant, NAMASTE, BABY, Poetry and Story from the NICU. (link takes you to Martha’s Vimeo account).

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