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Trailing Clouds of Glory
ОглавлениеGENE AND I RECENTLY BECAME GRANDPARents for the first time, and I am learning that nothing re-greens the heart and mind quite like being in the presence of an innocent infant. William Wordsworth was certainly right in his poem Ode on Immortality when he said, “But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!”
I've always gone to pet stores or stopped people on the street with infants, puppies, or kittens to get my baby-fixes, but the other day I stepped back just a little to view other family members reacting to my little grandbaby's first smiles. We had all turned into “people-puddles,” melting in the warmth of the absolutely pure energy he embodies and showers on us. It's a two-way street—he opens our hearts with the aura of Heaven he trails, and we enfold him in love and security.
Not only can we make sure that we get a babyfix every now and then, but we can re-green arid places within us by giving to and gleaning from our own inner little ones.
Pam's mother died only a few days after she was born and Pam was cared for by a well-meaning but unprepared aunt who, not unnaturally, was a bit resentful at the unexpected turn of events in her life. As an adult, Pam avoided intimate relationships, rationalizing that she was too busy with her career. In truth, being a motherless daughter had left her carrying the unconscious belief that she was unlovable.
Finally, chronic depression made her seek therapy, where she discovered she needed to become the mother to herself that she'd never had. Through guided meditation, journaling, and a dogged determination to feel better, Pam began to love her inner infant and ultimately came to twin realizations: that she was not responsible for her mother's death and that she was infinitely lovable.
If you're feeling somewhat barren or lifeless, treat yourself to a baby-fix—either inner or outer—and immerse yourself in the innocent Heaven of new life.
I allow new life of all kinds to renew me.
I love my own inner little one.