Have you looked out a window and forgotten that glass separates you from touching what you see? Have you laid on your back in awe as lions and birds, angels and castles formed and unformed in the clouds? Have you gazed at the night sky and felt both terribly small and like an ever expanding piece of all that is? Have you ever wondered about your impact on any of it?
The theme of impact seems to have entered every class, every healing session, every conversation I've had this week. Those of us who search and wonder like to organize our lives into piles that make sense. We want to understand our impact. It isn't enough to look through the window. We want to touch what is outside. We want to scatter breadcrumbs on the paths we create in the hearts of others so that we remember our way back, so that others remember we've been there. Is all of this thought of impact the work of the ego? Maybe, but I don't think so. I'd like to think it is our nature to love and to create and foster beauty. Perhaps it is also our nature to want to see that love reflected back to us like the sea in the sky. In the work I've done with people who are dying, there is much focus on impact. Why have we been here? What have we accomplished? What impressions will we leave? Which ones do we wish would be swallowed up by a ravenous high tide? This work becomes second nature when time is short. It is more challenging while we are engaged in the business of living. I love that so many thoughts have been circulating this week among those who are simply noticing. When we notice, when we care, when the desire to feel the wind in our faces and the earth under our bare feet becomes too great, we act. We think about our impact. We work together to increase the intensity of the impact. This afternoon I will meet with a stranger to drop off some household items collected from those she may never meet. They come from the generous hearts of those who gave and then let go. Among them, another young mother, a food pantry volunteer, a manager of a home for people with special needs, a woman engaged in a winning fight with cancer, a yogi, a student. Each let go of the outcome, their only breadcrumbs the personal notes they sent to be delivered with their donations. I am touched by their kindness, their willingness, and by the strength of the impact when the intentions of loving hearts blend. I feel blessed as we throw open the window together.