By Lisa A. McCrohan
The holy is right here
in this moment.
watching her eyelashes flutter
as she pulls you closer
in her fairy dress and pearls
cups her little hands so softly
around your ear
and whispers a magical secret.
seeing he wants to be held
pausing to hear the unspoken ache
to still find healing in your embrace.
when you are angry and so very right
taking your beloved’s hand
and choosing instead
to soften and let go.
watching his eyes light up
talking with his hands
wondering how they got so big
listening to spy tales and adventures
he has in store out back
asking you to fasten all the gadgets
around his tiny waist so he can run.
memorizing the way he still looks at you
wanting to make love to you
wanting to make you happy
wanting you to know how he sees you
embodying your power as you age,
fuller, rounder, sensual, beautiful.
watching her walk away from you
into class for the first time
shrugging her shoulders
taking it all in
looking at you
looking back to her class
finding herself, her place
your years of loving her.
noticing how he still calls you his little girl
now softer, now hugging longer,
now moving slower.
seeing how all these years
she just wanted you to be happy
silently, prayerfully, gladly sacrificing her life
feeling your bare feet in the cool grass
the hint of fall’s arrival soon
believing that every scar, every giggle
every heart ache, every long embrace
in this messy, imperfect, human form
all for you to have
and let go.
Linger here in this fleeting,
fragile, miraculous moment
just as it is.
Lisa A. McCrohan, © 2013
We can often go looking for healing, wholeness, and happiness outside ourselves, outside this very moment, when the holy – the sacred – is right here. And we have a choice — to pause and be here…or keep looking.
Something within me has always known that the divine is within. Yet the voices around us that sell us on something quite different can be quite strong. But over the years of deeply listening, coming back again to the whispers within me…I know the divine is right here within us, within the messy, “perfectly imperfect” moments of this human experience — just as they are. Less and less I go out trying to “find” the divine, find happiness, find contentment. Instead I am learning, slowly learning, that the holy has always been here and this life is so so short, yet full of everyday miracles. I don’t have to do anything. Just keep opening. Keep softening. Keep resisting nothing. Keep returning “Home” – here to this present moment. Keep seeing the delight, the holy, the sacred in all of it. Yes ALL of it.
Lisa A. McCrohan
P.S. Fall always has a way of both inspiring me and calling me back into quiet. There will be times this blog will be silent as I listen to the rhythm of the Divine calling me where it does. Sometimes, that’ll be to write and share. Sometimes, that’ll be to be very quiet, making stews, and listening.
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