Considering how the shadow of our life also masks our personal light, but to ourselves, not to others. How do we help one another shine?
You, girl of the ocean, swimmer of the sea, washed up ashore displaced amid her honesty. And, now — you, the ever curious one, wonder, “What do I do while I wait?” Well, dear one, as the dry air rushes past, nearly knocking you down, let the tears fall and nourish what you hold. You, holder of life, keeper of the flame, bearer of sparks, whatever you do — don’t rush it. Really. Allow the space of emptiness hold you. Listen. Hear that? A lullaby from your inner Spirit whooshing you to sleep— dreams and visions laid on your heart….
I continue my focus on the monastic practice of seven daily pauses. From midnight to 6am are the hours of Vigil, keeping watch, waiting. A wonderful book greatly aiding me through this series is Seven Sacred Pauses by Macrina Wiederkehr. Worry awakens, “Why this now? What will I do?” Wait, wrapped in Christ’s love.
You’ve heard it said, “This too shall pass,” yet, you and I know the waiting isn’t easy. In the waiting, it seems the other side is Neverland, an invisible entity, the great Beyond, But — before you lay your head down letting despair have its’ way, go, grab your hammer, the tool that fit your grandfather’s hand, passed down to you with love. Use it to pound the nails into each plank, carefully, one by one — when your mind wanders to boredom, to worry, come back to the task at hand. Rap, rap, rap. Keep going. Before long, you’ll…