Kindling
I had always been such a damn Pollyanna. Ever vigilant to glean a bright side, the notion of “giving up” had never been an option for me. There was always a glimmer of hope to be found somewhere within. No matter what was happening around me, or what anyone else said to the contrary, I always knew that everything would be fine for me. It was a tiny spark, but it was ever-present.
Then I grew up. Way too much. I found that the small flame within was merely something that I wanted to believe in, and the reality in which I actually lived was laden with self-inflicted drama. I had become addicted to the nobility of hardship.
Ignore the flame of Well-Being long enough, and one can completely forget that it is even there. On the rare occasion that I accidentally allowed myself to remember this spark of greater expectations, I immediately dismissed it as a silly notion from my childhood. As real as it may have felt to me in my youth, it became an unattainable dream that I could not trust in adulthood.
Real life was, well, realistic. Fairy tales were for kids. I had become loyal to the consensus agreed upon in maturity.
If anything truly magical were to happen to me, I determined that it would have to be something super sagacious. Only an undeniable epiphany of epic proportions could lift me from a mundane existence. If in some miraculous moment, the skies would part and All-That-Is and Ever-Was would be revealed to me, then I would possess the big illustrious key to life that I had been cautiously wishing for.
Because that was going to have to happen if I were to recapture the confidence of my youth.
A person can spend their entire life adhering to this notion until the day that a glaring source of understanding comes to thee. Contrary to popular belief, no mind altering substances are necessary in order for this to occur:)
That profound moment that I had been waiting for? It was there the entire time. I had just been looking in the wrong place.
The tiny flame of inspiration is eternal, and it is the only source from which creation begins. Miraculous events are not produced by some external cosmic force, but achieved from within the depths of our sovereign soul.
The proper tending of this eternal flame is completely under the direction of each of us. The schedule in which one accumulates the appropriate fuel to feed the fire within is as individual as we are. Divine Source is ever-present within, simmering indefinitely, until the moment you acknowledge the innate power that is your birthright. As you choose to change your thoughts, disregard the consensus of all other earthly beings, and trust in the creative potential that is yours alone, that magical moment that you had been waiting for will be revealed.
In perfect order, and exactly on a schedule that is exclusive to you, all of your efforts to nurture the Divine Source within expands. Before you know it, the small spark that you felt as a child will have grown into the signal fire you were expecting all along. By looking within, you will ultimately recognize the fruits of your dedication to Divine Self. Stay your course. It is in you.
As you focus within, may you find comfort in these words that are offered in A Course in Miracles:
“Infinite patience produces immediate results.”
…And may your bale fire rage on, my friend.
