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.
Monday, October 7, 2019
a new thing
“I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me
feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm
alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.”
Ray
Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
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There are days
When I feel only partly alive
Things pile up
Things go wrong
There are no wins
And pretty soon you are going through the motions
You keep getting out of bed
Keep getting dressed
You eat and go to work
And come home, and walk the dog
But this profound state of ennui prevales
Its like those summer mornings
When the smoke of distant fires
Wafts in on a gentle breeze
And the mountain is there
But just barely
Vague and unsubstantial behind the haze
Looming but gloomy
Not quite itself
Such days are difficult
You mind is the only part of you that seems energized
But in such moments?
It is not your friends
Instead it bullies you
read my mind
beautiful
and horrible things are going through it
things that honor the Sacred
things (retributive angry things) that don't
Just know
I see this world
I feel this world
I am impacted by this world
I preach to this world
and sometimes I have hope
and sometimes I don't
but I am alive
and I carry within the
in that central core where I am shaped and defined
God
I am a carrier of the Sacred
A Sacred child
And when I can remember that
Touch that
Experience that
I am renewed
Awakened
And God can do God’s “new thing” (Isaiah 43)
This is what the Lord says—
he who made a way through the sea,
a path through
the mighty waters,
17 who drew out the chariots and horses,
the army and
reinforcements together,
and they lay there, never to rise again,
extinguished,
snuffed out like a wick:
18 “Forget the former things;
do not dwell on
the past.
19 See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs
up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in
the wasteland.
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