If you’re in a room of people yet feel alone, a candle is lit. If the festive season isn’t festive to you, a candle is lit. If someone you love has passed on and you’re missing them, a candle is lit. If your faith community no longer feels like home, a candle is lit. If the news is too much, a candle is lit. If alcohol is drowning your truth, a candle is lit. If you’re unsure of what tomorrow brings, a candle is lit. If you’re far from the people you love, a candle is lit. If overwhelm has…
Lots of pondering on belonging these days in my heart space. Here’s an imagined conversation between me and indwelling Spirit (italics). Please tell me, what does it take to belong? To belong? Say more. Well, must I jump through ten hula hoops blindfolded balancing on one toe? Some are gifted for the excitement of the circus, but I don’t require such practice. Do my prayers need to be pressed with perky punctuation through perfect, pursed lips? I’m not much concerned with perky, perfect or punctuation. Only with genuine expression of your heart space. If my eyes see rainbow coral reefs…
