12. Day 10: The Real Shabby Chic
Years ago in one of the earliest spoof films called “Flying High” (maybe called “Airplane” in the USA) there was a character that throughout the film would be in various states of becoming stressed and disheveled and say “I picked a bad week to give up drinking/smoking/glue sniffing”. It just get getting crazier each time he showed up. I feel a lot like that with this month of extending love to the fear of Feeling(s). I picked a bad month to extend love to feelings. This is also the month we are on a detox (ie sans wheat, dairy, sugar, alcohol). It is...
Read More12. Day 9: I Brake For Poetry
“Nobody’s Fool” Even a dog gets thirsty and knows how to wake himself up and trot to the water bowl. How is it I forget each time I fall asleep how to wake myself up and trot over to the Beloved to sip, soak and be drenched by His love presence? I am a forgetting, fool, that’s why. Lucky my Beloved planted His holy wellspring deep within my breast so that I never have to trot very far to receive that sublime whiff of the holy christening which reminds me to open my mouth and surrender to the drink of Life. Once more I am saturated in Love and am nobody’s fool...
Read More12: Day 8: A Ragtag Collection Of Ideas
Good morning Holy Spirit. Thank you for this time of quiet. The sun is not yet fully up yet our clocks are telling a different story. The past two days have been so chock full of revelation and feeling, I am dizzy to the point of throwing up frankly. So many things are being brought up for what? Reckoning? Forgiveness? Blessing? As yet, I can only ask for guidance, comfort and reminding of the truth about me. Our ambitious Organizing Project (inspired by our daughter’s desire to leave a legacy of order before she leaves to be married at the end of the year) really hit me square...
Read More12. Day 7: A Kitchen Miracle
I discovered something about myself the other day; accidentally, in the middle of a conversation with my daughter. She was bemoaning my frustrating habit of talking in non sequators, ie, one thing that does not obviously follow another. I wasn’t trying to confuse, but I was. She wasn’t trying to be confused, but she was. There we were, rinsing the lunch dishes to put in the dishwasher, and confusion had entered the room. Confusion that felt like a massive cow was pressing us up against the counter, taking up space and air and leaving only perplexed discomfort. This did not...
Read More12. Day 6: I Am The Poem
Feelings have a way of leaving me mute; I think this is one of the reasons I have feared them. Since talking is my perceived way of connecting, feelings (and the ensuing muted state) can leave me feeling somewhat disconnected to myself. The beckoning quiet of silence is my only friend. Poetry is one way I can express myself back into an awareness of connection with myself. I do not write in order to make a poem, I write in order to be the poem. Silence Speaks My thoughts have all escaped I am left holding a bag of words clock tick candle flicker tea steam aeroplane whine traffic drone...
Read More12. Day 5: The Earmark Of Divinity
I strongly feel my part in the whole–or is it I feel the depth of the wholeness in my own heart? I have twin feelings of apprehension and glory, worry and contemplation, busy and stillness. How to allow, welcome and cherish my twin nature; divine as human, human as divine? Are they different or just different views of the same thing? Is this what I am learning to experience in feeling? Holy Spirit, please speak to me on how all this relates to Feeling and feelings? Thank you my ever-present, wholly trusted Friend and beloved Guide. Thank you. HS: Precious One, You are learning to...
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