That which opens space for the Holy

Work is not always required … there is such a thing as sacred idleness, the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected. 

– George MacDonald

Quick life-changing habits

Habit number one: daily writing.

What if it was attainable, 

What if 7 minutes a day,

or 500 words a day,

a sentence on my phone,

what if this habit could catalyze something?

This intention

this prayer, plea, 

to think, to do, to be.

To be alive. 

And being fully alive is a driving force of my life...

Present to the moment,

inhabiting,

holding space,

being.

What if writing was the way of finding 

my way?

I thought

I thought I was sad. 

Unraveling, uncovering, a deeper hidden thing; insecure, anxious and scared-- of failure, shame, disappointing others. 

So when I thought I was sad, I was actually afraid. 

Afraid of disconnection: Loosing love. Loosing belonging. As I named the fears I invited Love to come in. 

Fear, an invitation?

 

What if every thought is an energy toward fear 

or 

love?

 

What if, as I become aware, as I take the time to sit with it, I can bring those thoughts to Love and release them? If my feelings follow my thoughts, give me your thoughts, O God! Thoughts more abundant than the grains of sand in the seashore. Thoughts full of goodness and mercy. In my solitude I invite you into each thought, resting with ease in your expanse. As your beloved I can think what you think and feel what you feel and reconnect at any moment, to You, to Love, to your perfect love…. What a place to sit. What a banqueting table to eat from.

 

I thought I was sad

I was afraid;

so I remembered, 

I am loved. 

Like rain

Still I know 

Your love never changes

Even when

Life rearranges 

As death clutches, 

Grief crushes 

On wings and prayers,  

Silence hushes.

Can absence be an invitation 

For depth and expansion? 

Remaking space 

with a new rhythm 

Abiding 

Comforted 

Kindly named, like rain 

Awakened and shining.

Undoing (part 2)

This is my undoing                                           
Lofty labels, dreams, and goals
All bequeathed to His keeping 

To a timing yet to unfold 

I can breathe another moment

I can exhale another lie 

Cause all the flaws that filled my mind
Are criticisms he unwinds

Fresh wind 

Hope lifts 

Renewed mind 

Interpreting my gaze; seeing my own reflection through his eyes instead

 

“You are very good”

“Fearfully and wonderfully made” 

“Unique, perfection of beauty, a radiant one, a joyful emblem of my love” 

As always,“Mine”

Undoing (part 1)

Prayer

for a steady mind

Not one flitting about unwilling to alight

Prayer 

for a brave heart

To face the face of loneliness 

(The cave I do not wish to enter) 

And to know I do not need a shining prince to save me; 

One rightful King has already named me and called me out.

Seen and known by him;

Every hair counted 

Every tear traced 

Every wind stilled 

Under his wings of faith

In my hiding He is seeking

In my screaming He is soothing.

All these doubts assaulted my well of being

I want to escape the pain and the not knowing 

Hollow and silent 

A grip of panic seizes me 

Reject it with a deep breath,

Willing me 

To just be.

Just being with him 

A Being, loved

Until I experience 

Being The beloved. 

Apple of my fathers eye

No goal but to become 

In his presence 

Who he says I already am

To rest in his naming 

As the child that I am

To be still 

And complete 

Centered in his heart 

Knowing intimately his gaze 

Compassionate understanding, patient pursuing

This is my undoing.

Wordle

Fearsome, fraught,
I gave in to the going tough
and got an even better five-letter answer sought

It's a wrestle, tussle,
play with a few until you get through
the bragging bustle 

The exchanged name
couldn't be relayed
'twas quite a shame fear caught

And still this association
distraction into fixing something beyond tweaking
I think I need a healing if I am hearing correctly I'm seeking

But if I'm not, I need a revealing
a sealing of what He's wrought
an abiding reminding of Love's undoing; the quenching draught.