The Gratitude List is a cornerstone in my spiritual practice. Whether proactively invited into my morning time or as an attitude adjuster when I get off the beam, it works when I work it. It brings me back into right order with God and others, into balance of not being good or bad enough to be separated from God or others. And walks me back to a place of peace in what is, and isn’t.
I put myself into “time out” this morning. Not like when I was a kid, punished and banished to a lonesome corner, but as one of God’s children needing a loving respite from my own mental twists and adolescent attempts to control.
Time out with God. To breath. Time out to pray and, as written by Dom Van Zeller, “restore(s) as far as is possible in this life the relationship enjoyed by our first parents with God and with one another.”
Less and less I am seeing a difference
between prayer and meditation.
who can say in what moment
praise turns to petition or pause to listen?
When trust turns to surrender,
or being fearfully made is made wonderful?
All are times spent with God.
Seamless continuums without limit or line,
they start and end,
and merge as one
like dawn to day and dusk to night.
The only line that needs to be known (by me)
is the one to be crossed (by me)
from thought of prayer,
to the act of prayer.
And, like one raindrop to the ocean,
is added to all before,
since and after for God’s sea of change.
We have work to do.
I have work to do.
ends with prayer.
to where we begin,
And we begin.
Our prayers are now.
Yesterday was not a particularly good day. I wallowed and ate and watched tv and sulked and called out to God a few times but it was like yelling into the grand canyon… all I could hear was me – me – me. Well, that plus this incessant screaming in my head! Continue reading Rain On My Parade→
In the personal sense: torque is the pull of doing what is wrong against the right that I know. Tensile is the test of how long I can continue thinking and behaving, in opposite directions than loving ways, without completely breaking, and falling apart.
Just before Christmas I came to these readings in Dom Hubert Van Zeller’s Letters to a Soul. I’ve posted before about my love affair with this collection of letters. So parceled have been my allowances to “read the next one” that I have only come to letter #43 of 55 since April 2013.
And just like most, the writings hit me between the eyes while also conveniently increasing my vocabulary with cool new words like this one. Bivouacking (verb): staying in a temporary camp without cover. Continue reading Bivouacking→
Welcome to this space – a gathering place for the mind, body and soul.