Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Gratitude for Divine Inspiration

From the time that I was a child, I remember my beloved grandfather reciting the same prayer at every meal time.  “Bless us, oh Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty.  Through Christ, our Lord.  Amen.”   I must admit that even at an early age, I didn’t get it.  Oh, I understood the words, but I didn’t understand why we had to repeat a memorized prayer to offer thanks.  Did it really have anything to do with how I genuinely felt? Not really.  I mean, I don’t talk that way.  I am far more casual then that.  I wouldn’t put it pass me to say something like, “Hi God—thank you so much for this beautiful food that I am so excited to eat…woo hoo…You rock…and Blessings to all!”  That is what is from my heart and it is what speaks to me.  God created fun and humor after all and my version certainly is about fun and humor—but, because I loved and honored my grandfather, I went along with his version for his sake.  And frankly, I think that is how we sort of learn about gratitude—from this viewpoint of repetition without giving much thought to what we are actually saying. 

So, often we are on automatic pilot when we say thanks and we do it because we are supposed to. I learned as a child that I must say thank you when someone gives me a gift, or passes me the salt or holds the door open for me.  So, it is a given that I will do so.  Through learned repetition I have said the words of gratitude, and I even felt them to some extent, but only at the surface of my Being.  For years, it never occurred to me to dig deeply into my core as I said thank you.

In fact, as I grew into early adulthood, I still said thank you for the common courtesies, but my ego got a little bigger than my breeches.  In college, as I sat in a meeting with my thesis advisor who was admonishing me for my lack of enthusiasm for doing any work, I explained rather matter-of-factly, that nothing in the course was being graded except for the final documentation.  So, I did not feel the necessity of doing any extra work—and as my thesis was already in my head, I just needed to put pen to paper to get it out there.  Needless to say, my professor did not like hearing my genuine thoughts on his class.  And as per usual, I waited until the last minute to get my work done.  I typed it…twenty pages on a typewriter no less, the night before I had my oral presentation.  I ended up getting an A on it (though he decided to give me a B in the class for my attitude).  Regardless, instead of giving thanks for the ease at the writing process for me, I smirked that I was brilliant.

It would take twenty years before I would realize that the writing process wasn’t just about me.  In reality, when I write I am connecting to Source energy and allowing all the information that needs to be written to flow.  It happens naturally.  It happens easily—and now when things come to me, I share my thanks.  As though I am talking to an old confidante, I say in my mind the words of gratitude I have said so many times before, except this time I am not in recitation mode.   Now I say, “THANK YOU,” to the Universe, allowing my enthusiasm to seep through every nuance of each word.   I truly feel at the core of my Being the essence of the connection with the Divine Force.   When I offer my thanks, I am aware of the energy radiating throughout my body, even if only for a moment, but in that moment I feel the Blessings that are everywhere.

So, keep in mind that when we feel the spark of inspiration in any form that we are being guided by the Universe to take the next leap.  We are a part of the Universal Whole and as such we can tap into this Divine Library of Information at any time.  And when we have this beautiful a-ha moment that shows up for us, I encourage you to say thank you for the idea.

...and thank YOU for reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you!)