"Life"

Life - the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.

For only having four letters -- this is a HUGE word. When I looked it up in my dictionary there were 14 definitions. The one shown here is always shown first -- and although it does describe' life' I was more interested in definition #11- 'that which makes or keeps alive; the vivifying principle'. #13 also spoke to me - ' 'one who or that which enlivens'. 

I suspect our little 'Life' Whisperer is whispering awareness of life. Reminding me that in terms of a whole universe of time how small my little part is. 

Perhaps a Whisperer's definition could be made up.  One that glorifies each and every minute, reminding us to greet this day, hour, minute, second with peace and joy. 

"Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it." - Ernest Holmes

"Joy"

"Joy - An emotion of keen or lively pleasure arising from present or expected good."

What is the best kind of joy?  Is it the laugh out loud kind?  Is it the quiet kind that sort of sneaks up on you when you least expect it?  Or is it all good -- any kind of joy.

  

Where do you find joy?  Are you most often with someone else when it arrives, totally unannounced?  Or are you by yourself, doing something solitary when you feel a nudge and realize that joy is whispering to you?

Being open to it in the first place is the key.  Letting joy filter in totally unannounced and unexpectedly.  Do you know there are people who are not able to let joy in for one reason or another?  What a shame.  Perhaps a certain little Whisperer can give them a nudge.

"Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort." - Franklin D. Roosevelt

"Wonder"

...and so I crept up to the attic one afternoon - with a peanut butter sandwich in one hand and a thermos of hot tea in the other.  It was sunny in one of the corners and I settled down with an old quilt and my repast to see what might happen.  After a few sips of tea my head started to nod and sleep overtook my assignment to watch the trunk.

Upon awaking I found something/someone perched upon my knee.  It was all I could do not to jump up - but my tea cup was still in my lap and so I just uttered a weak little "EEK".  "Who are you?"  "I am one of The Whisperers -- weren't you expecting me?"
  

Apparently "The Whisperers" are designated to remind each of us of the most beautiful things of every day life.  "Wonder" had been sent to check me out - to see if I was a good candidate to be given this reminder.  Others, she explained might be given the gift of 'joy', 'peace', 'frolic' or 'magic'.  I didn't dare tell her that 'frolic' or 'magic'  sounded like much more fun than 'wonder' but when I thought about it it, I figured it wouldn't be all that bad after all - one never refuses a gift. 

Now I have a goal, with this little reminder nearby, that I must greet each day with wonder, to look for it in the simple small environment of my life and to nurture it so that I may pass it along.

"Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods." - Plato

Whispers In The Attic

Perhaps I should call this the ‘year of the secrets’ – first I find out about the Piffles and now something new has been brought to my attention.  Once again I must ask for your total discretion – shhhh…

One of my dear friends came sneaking over to my house late into the other night. She was quite discombobulated – with her hair almost standing on end and her eyes wide. Once I was sworn to secrecy – even to giving her a double oath – she told me her secret.

She has ‘spirits’ in her attic!!!!  She swears this is so – that she was doing some early spring cleaning and went up to the attic to clean out a trunk. ‘Spirits’ flew out of the trunk as she started to open the lid.  Here’s where I had to stop to give her a cup of tea and settle her down.  I was afraid she herself was going to fly she was so agitated. 

She quickly closed the lid and popped right back out of that attic hole, closing the door securely. Once down the ladder she swallowed a pill and  took to her bed (although it was only 2 in the afternoon). 

Upon waking she thought it was a dream – but is afraid go to up there to check it out and that’s where I come in…


"We have to stop and be humble enough to understand that there is something called mystery." - Paulo Coelho