Ok, I admit the image is puzzling. So that's not a good thing?
The original image is called "candy heart". Ants at a picnic, like the fruit flies that have been hanging around our house, are drawn to the last sweetness of the fading year. You know, Keats' "season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ..." The sweetness of the heart of our Life is easily and often consumed by the "hard times" of our condition. The sweetness is real. The condition, though appearing real is as mutable and insubstantial as the seasons. In other words, I can focus on the candy heart or the ants. Where I put my attention will determine what I experience. While prepping for Sunday, I was struck by how much I focus on changing my mind about things; how easy it is for me to say about any thought I may be entertaining in any given moment, "Well, that's an option." I don't often exercise the same option with respect to my feelings. I don't stop and examine what I'm feeling and say, "Well, that's an option."
I recommend two books for this series. One will inform the heart by speaking to the mind. The other will pass directly into the heart. Return to Love by Marianne Williamson will create that very familiar loop. You know the one that goes something like, "hmmm, ohhh yeah. I remember that. Or, "That feels right. Or, "Wow! That's so true." Head to heart. Dumbo, the Flying Elephant will do what Karl Jung suggests by appealing to the Subjective Mind. A boing, a twing, a ping or an "ouch" will happen somewhere in the "heart" and the mind will ask, "What was that about?"
You see, the mind is the surface of the heart and the heart is the depth of the mind.
These are indeed "heart" times; times to engage the heart. Times to ask it questions and times to allow it to supply the answers.
Form my Sunday Lesson ... These are times to give the heart.
The Heart is for "Giving" giving to desire " From the light of G-d that I am, I call forth ... (fill in the blank)
giving over to freedom to express, experience ... (fill in the blank)
giving up on excuses. "I can't ... (fill in the blank)
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