Eyes in the Back of My Heart…

I used to think that Mama had eyes in the back of her head…because she surely knew everything I was up to…and…come to think about it…still does…most of the time…but…as effective as back of the head vision is…Bertha…reminds me…it’s more important to see with my heart…

She tells me to look with my heart…not my eyes…bathe everything I’m seeing in love…whether it’s the homeless man on the side of the road…the supersized woman in the stretch pants…the mug shot on the news…the kid acting up at school…to bathe it in love…not judgment…

She goes on to tell me…to listen with my spirit…to really hear what the other person is saying…to listen…again…in love…not judgment…

Then…she reminds me…speak in love…communication isn’t talking at someone…that never penetrates their shell…it’s only after I’ve seen with my heart…and listened with my spirit…that my words of love can be absorbed by the other person…

I wish I could say that is something that I already do…and easily do…but…it’s not…oh…sometimes I manage it…and I pat myself on the back when I do…but…somehow…I know that’s not what she means…she’s challenging me…for this to be who I truly am…not who I want to be…

Situations quickly come to mind…where my heart was blind and my spirit deaf…and…my words while pointed and sharp…never reached their mark…it would be easy to judge myself at this point…but…Bertha…reminds me…the rules apply to me as well…as she guides me to see myself through my heart…listen to myself through my spirit…and talk to myself in love and compassion…

Jane

There’s an Elf in the Tree…

This has been the best week…the kids at school are starting to get excited about Christmas…and they haven’t had enough sugar yet to get really cranky…it’s a magical time…especially in Kindergarten…

The Elf on the Shelf has arrived…he arrived over the Thanksgiving break…direct from Santa…and was waiting for them on Monday morning…as you can imagine…he has created quite a stir…as he mysteriously moves around…anytime they leave the room…and I get to move him during their lunch…then I nonchalantly drop by their class as they are getting ready for PE so they can tell me that he has…flown…yet again…across the room…

Now…I would be tempted to say…it doesn’t get any better than this…but…Bertha…says that even when things are wonderful…they can…and do…get even better…and they did…

For all their spirit…Kindergarten doesn’t have a…real…Christmas tree…what they do have…is a coat rack/palm tree…yes…it is a bit of an oddity…but it matches the jungle theme they have going…anyway…I’ve digressed…

Yesterday…the teacher hung the ornaments that the kids have been making on the palm tree…as she was making festive chains to go on it…three little girls…stood by the tree…with their arms around each other…singing…something to this effect…

Oh Christmas tree…oh Christmas tree…how I love you…oh Christmas tree…

I’m here to tell you…it was the sweetest thing…and would have melted even Scrooge’s heart…I wanted to take a picture of it…but…alas…can’t take pictures of the babies…so…I settled for one of the tree…it does look a little better in person…and…I think it stood up a little taller…and fluffed itself from all the love in the room…

Of course…it was only a moment before someone was trying to touch Orphan…that’s what they named the elf…and the concert was over…except…it will never really be over…as long as I remember and savor the moment…that’s the beauty of memories…they can warm your heart long after the events are gone…

Oh…and Orphan was in the tree when they got back from PE…how does he do that…

Jane