WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Saturday, August 21, 2021
The word ‘comfort’ derives from the Latin word for ‘strength’, and today, with Hurricane Henri hurrying toward us, I need a super kind of strength, and I’m finding it this morning, once again, in some simple words: Spirit is stronger than things. Henri is a ‘thing’ – a material force of immense material power – but, because it is made strictly of material substance, its force, though very potent, is limited. Its windspeed has maximums, and its duration will be relatively brief as it swirls through New England. Our inner spirit, on the other hand, knows no limits – none. The power of ‘love’, for instance, has no boundaries, and is totally insuperable. No limited, short-lived ‘thing’ like a hurricane has a chance when faced with the power of boundless love. And ‘patience’: what storm, as wild as it might be, can overcome the quiet, unwavering power of patience? What mighty winds can disturb, even slightly, the endless equanimity of patience? And then there’s ‘acceptance’, which, like a bottomless, hospitable ocean, receives with open – and even grateful – arms whatever falls into it, including a howling hurricane called Henri.
The never-ending power of inner spirit will be available to me in these coming turbulent days, and I hope I can find strength in that simple, comforting truth.
Comfort (what Ellie G., age 42, Blessings, CT, said) "I always say at least I have a roof over my head, and sometimes I see it up there, the stretching sky, the consecrated stars, the silent mystery that makes my life seem small in an illustrious way. I get comfort from finding strength in small things, maybe mist among trees, or the way curtains curl in breezes, or the sounds of birds that rinse my mind with songs. My comfort comes from the soothing earth, the simple, reassuring sky."