I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, September 19, 2014
The Spiritual life
I think most of the spiritual life is really a
matter of relaxing — letting go, ceasing to cling, ceasing to insist on our own
way, ceasing to tense ourselves up for this or against that.
Beatrice
Bruteau
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the morning stretches before me
already
I am behind
I got up an hour late
I feed the horses an hour late
I wandered around the pasture in my pajamas
setting sprinklers
I read the comics
I sipped at my coffee
I have not worked on my sermon
I have not finalized my talk for the “World Day of
Peace”
I have not opened my work email
I have not even fixed myself breakfast
I am just sitting here
sipping coffee
watching patches of morning sun creep through the
trees
watching the birds ravage my feeders
how very spiritual
of
me
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