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.
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Grace, and more grace
“I do not understand the mystery of grace -- only
that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.”
― Anne Lamott
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here I stand
for better or for worse
64 (and a half) years grey
a little pudgy (these days)
my once hyper mind is slowing down
and sometimes feels like it needs
jumper cables to get it started
multi-tasking is becoming mythology
and I can no longer run on 5 hours of sleep a
night
but that is not the worst part
I have made amazing
almost mythical mistakes
that over the years
have cost me dearly
and at times my errors haunt me
my insecurities have caused me to put on
a veneer which looks way too much like arrogance
or at the very least indifference
I have little ability to relax and
just
be
me
and at times I am needy, greedy,
and am just downright, unlikeable
I do not feel
like a beloved child of God
a precious soul
at all, at all
I am tired
somewhat isolated
and frankly
I am not sure I do anything well any more
I think of myself as disposable
sub-human
deficit
and it is in this place
that the Sacred meets me
and gives me a Holy Hug
and says
let’s start again
now
its you and Me
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