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Meditation changes me.

MeditationThe next several posts will be summaries from my recent meditation series.  By the grace of God, as well as readings from the ages and inspirations of friends, I am meditating again and remembering that mediation changes me.  Meditation changes my world.

I hope a part of these can serve as points of connection for you too, either in identifying with the struggle to be still or celebrating the uncomplicated companionship of God’s loving presence in our lives.  And I preface all with these wise words from a new, old hero of mine. 

“But it must always be remembered that there have been countless souls to whom the words “meditation” and “contemplation” have no meaning at all, and yet these souls have found God.  There are a thousand ways to him.”Jean-Pierre de Caussade

 

Stop thinking, talking, doing, writing and sit.

Clock at Belgium Bridge 2 © twyatt 2014I’ve been thinking alot about meditation lately.  And noticing that I’ve been doing more thinking than meditating.

Yes, I have my quiet time – alone with God, and my books, my journals.  My cat.  And, thankfully I have my weekly twenty minutes with others of like mind.  But somewhere along the way, I’ve fallen away from going to the truly quiet recesses with God, in silence, daily. Continue reading Stop thinking, talking, doing, writing and sit.

To See, to Do, to Be.

Getting into the River 2 © twyatt 2014“When we genuinely believe that inner transformation is God’s work and not ours, we can put to rest our passion to set others straight.”  – Celebration of Discipline by Richard J Foster.

Yep, it’s an inside job.  And I can get there by prayer and meditation if I truly want to make a difference.  In me.  In my responses to the tragedies and sadnesses that are around us.  And step into what God might want me to see, and do, and be in the name of Love.

Minou the Masterful Cat

Minou lounging © twyatt 2014I made a conscious decision to unplug and keep the focus on the inside journey of the soul while attending school at The Abbey in Pecos.  But my writing continued in a plethora of notebooks and journals – recording the events of the day as well as how the Spirit (with a capital S) moved among and through us.  I’ll be posting more of these as they unwind – falling to form the mosaic that I know God created in me, and all of us as one Body of Christ. Continue reading Minou the Masterful Cat

Glimpse of Mom

Toothpicks in the BillfoldIt’s official… I am my Mother’s daughter.

I opened my billfold* today to discover an ample supply of toothpicks.  Flashback to Mom’s sweet, if not sometimes a bit mangled and torn, stash; always ready for that pesky bit.

I used to be a little disgusted by her hording, and you may be too by my sharing of this discovery in my purse.  But I wonder: are you too finding reminders of your parent’s particular quirks sneaking into your own habits, speech, mannerisms?

Some things float from generation to generation; others – not so much.  Today this glimpse of Mom was a fun reminder that I am my parent’s child.  And today that’s a good thing.

*There is an ongoing discussion in this household as to who has the wallet and who carries the billfold.  Just another example of across-the-creek (or is that “crick”) upbringing. 

The Hill Country #2 : Bucking the System

Wimberley View BlueHillscapes.  Sun.  Tea.  Books.  Birdsongs.  And a new location – on the other side of the hill.  Quiet.  It takes a little time to unwind.  I forget that when planning a trip. And sometimes it takes changing our minds and changing our location as we did last night.  It was a good move.

Now the breezes come and go, the small manmade waterfall offers her calming rhythm, the hawks glide overhead on rising currents of warming air, and I think about … how much does the soul weigh? Continue reading The Hill Country #2 : Bucking the System