I have SO missed my walks in the Grand Canyon that I have hardly walked at all since returning home a month ago. This morning in an attempt to jump start myself, I decided to try again.
Across the street only a few steps out of my driveway, I looked down to find a small black snake killed unknowingly by a passing car. Without hesitation, I scooped it up and placed it next to my heart. I could not walk.
I held this dear being of Creation. As I sat, tears came then I heard:
"Dawn, let your tears be few over my loss. Instead feel my gratitude that you found me. See my beauty. See the silver sparkle in the black and the white. See my perfectly patterned underside of parallel lines. But most of all feel my gratitude that you are not afraid to hold me ... close. You are not afraid of me."
It is perfect snake and I find one another in this time of year in which people don costumes and masks of things feared. Halloween gives us permission to name our fears, but we do really?
Fear is used to sell and promote all kinds of things. Fear separates and births judgment. It separates us from those appearing different from us and it separates us from our true inner Selves. Fear drives election campaigns. Fear is available, if we allow it, to overtly and covertly permeate and run our days and even our nights in our dreams.
I held this snake and thought of ebola, the fear of the moment. I recalled the "Sixty Minutes" interview I watched last evening with the Texas nursing staff that cared for Mr. Duncan, the Liberian man who was the first to die in America of ebola. On the internet people are now arguing as to the purpose of the interview. (Was the hospital trying to "spin" a story and make themselves look good?)
I don't really care for what was most important to me was the deep admiration I felt as I listened to these men and women speak. One male nurse held Mr. Duncan's body upon his passing.
He held the body of a man who had just died of ebola.
It doesn't get more beautiful than that.
I held the snake and said, "You are an amazing gift of creation."
Snake said, "Love is the amazing gift."
Yes, this level of Love is the amazing gift, the beautiful treasure held in the heart, feared by many. This is the Love embodied by Jesus, Ghandi and Mother Teresa.
This is the Love with which we come here equipped, a Love without fear especially when the One Loved is society's rejected and despised.
I now walk into my day grateful that snake's presence jump started my heart.
May all things feared be embraced.
Thank you, thank you, Snake.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse 27 October 2014