On Share The Spirit! - I interview guests on spiritual topics such as the role of integrative medicine in healing; coping with the loss of loved ones; the new attitude toward spirituality
in the media; as well as hearing fascinating stories of individual's personal spiritual journeys. Check back every Wednesday for new postings of interviews and/or footage of my national tour.
It's been very cold in Vermont this winter, with days and days of gently falling snow as if unseen hands - bigger than our own - were gently shaking a spirit-filled snow globe. The view was so beautiful I had to stop my car to look: Huge colorful banners flew through the air, whisking snowboarders along the icy surface. Small huts housed fishermen, their augers having made deep holes through the ice. Weather-worn buckets of freshly-caught fish rested next to their small stools. Snowmobiles raced back and forth, skimming across the lake. Mothers, fathers, and children ice skated freely; their laughter and calls drifted across the lake on the wind to where I stood. A lone cross country skier was far off in the distance at the end of two lines of tracks barely visible in the snow. I cannot describe the peace that enfolded me as I stood at the lake's edge watching. I realized that sometimes it is our perspective of life that makes the difference. And I understood that even in the most frigid of moments when all about us is cold and frozen, when life seems like an intimidating vast expanse lying before us, that there is beauty in our current situation if we would merely take the time to stop and look, to see things differently, to embrace the circumstance and make the best of it - and to enjoy the opportunities that only a frozen lake can afford. It was a beautiful day along the banks of Lake Champlain. I would wish the same peace and understanding for you as you face your week, your frozen lake. Intuitively yours,
We had a snowstorm earlier this week and the day after the storm I had to drive through the islands nestled amongst Lake Champlain. As I wound my way through the series of bridges and curves, I was struck by the majesty of the white expanse of frozen lake that lay on either side of the road. As far as the eye could see, the lake stretched out, almost blindingly white from the reflection of the sun.
Nan O'Brien
