We are all Diamonds
The summer after my shift was spent in wonder and gratitude for a world I’d never really seen before. As I cycled around Vancouver, I found myself marvelling at the abundance, variety, and greenness of my neighbourhood trees. I noticed the beauty in plants and flowers I’d previously taken for granted. This acute awareness of my environment came into play towards the end of an unusually hot month. Cycling home from a short trip to the local grocery store, I came to a stop light, looked down to place my foot on the curb and noticed a pink sparkle in the roadside silt. Initially thinking it was a bit of glass, I dismissed it. But the light was red and something told me to pick it up. Feeling slightly foolish for still being attracted to sparkly stuff, I reached down and pinched the tiny fragment between my thumb and forefinger - and nearly flung it away as a sharp bit poked my thumb. Again, I indulged my intuition and held on until I arrived at my tiny house and parked my bike. Upon closer inspection, it appeared I had picked up a small diamond.
The discovery of this lost diamond sparked a childhood memory from the early 1970’s. When my granny came to stay with us for the holidays, she lost a diamond from her engagement ring. I didn’t know of her distress until I saw my dad industriously hoovering every inch of the house and asked him what he was doing. Upon hearing the story, I followed him to the basement and watched as he emptied the vacuum bag onto the ping pong table. As Dad carefully spread the thick layer of dust and debris, he challenged me and my siblings to find a needle in the haystack. An hour or two later, my sister and I gave up and went back upstairs, but my brother persevered. Eventually, we all heard a triumphant shout and rushed down to see what he’d found. We have a wonderful family photo of my granny (beaming with joy in front of a table topped with silty-grey fluff) with her arm around her 8-year-old grandson who is holding up the lost diamond.
As I was inspecting the diamond I’d just found, and wondering if it was real or not, I decided it didn’t matter. It was either a sign from my granny or a much needed symbol of perseverance.
When I shifted out of 3D consciousness, I felt strangely alone and unsupported. To push forward with my life’s purpose despite disbelief, dismissal, and disinterest was (and still is at times) exhausting. But, I will never doubt the energy of unconditional Love. I will never be deterred from sharing the message of hope. As Jane Goodall said, “Without hope, people fall into apathy and do nothing.” Jane’s message, like mine, is not one of passive optimism, but of active and determined action to create a better future, even when the challenges seem overwhelming.
And so, I will press on, knowing that each and every one of us is a diamond - a limitless soul of love and light in human form - presented with the opportunity in this lifetime to remember our divine essence. In self-actualization, we can save ourselves, save each other, and save the planet we all share.
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