showing up

Living in the Wonder teaches us to “show up” . . . and “showing up” teaches us to “be with” the Beloved. . . .

The Beloved is not in a far-off land, waiting for us to catch up with him (or her). . . . The Beloved is Love and there is no other place for Love to be than in the act of holding tightly to you and to me. Deep within the recesses of our very being, we are held . . . known . . . treasured . . . not “out there” somewhere, but in the very Wonder of Love . . . in the very seat of the Heart . . . in the very core of the Soul.

The more we live in the Wonder and welcome our placement in this very heart of Love, the easier it is to trust . . . to “release our fears” . . . to live without proclaiming certainties . . . to settle into this very core we can only call Love.

                                                                                  Richard Rohr

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We often talk about trudging through life

How tragic

If I cannot wake up in the morning

and be captivated by the beauty of the world that surrounds me

up here in the middle of nowhere

the center of the universe

then there is something wrong

seriously

wrong

it means that somehow I have stopped

living in the wonder

I have stopped breathing in the Sacred

which is present in every breath I take

in the pneuma , the Spirit, the Sacred

and have decided that God is “far away”

up there, out there

that the Sacred is someone, something that must be chased after

but my experience with God is that God is indeed

as near as my breath

as near as the beating of my heart

God is love

And love just is

It is present

It is pervasive

It is persistent

But above all it is present

“The Beloved is not in a far-off land, waiting for us to catch up with him (or her). . . .

The Beloved is Love

and there is no other place for Love to be

than in the act of holding tightly to you and to me”  (Rohr)

so when I wake up

with aches and pains

and with a monkey brain full of things to be done

when I sit in my study

full of fear, and anger,

Love is there

Holding me tight

Telling me it will be alright

Telling me I am loved

Freeing me

To notice the crispness of a spring morning

And the sun peeking out of the clouds

And the smell of rain