My soul work these days has been the work of deconstruction.
A strange word, deconstruction. It sounds like the hyper-intellectual, post-modern mental construct it’s purported to be. With such a hoity-toity name it should be something one chooses to do to make oneself look cool in the eyes of all the modern losers gathered ’round.
Sometimes, however, the soul knows and does its work, regardless of how some philosopher describes (or prescribes) the task. That would be me. And sometimes the soul keeps at it, long after the mind wants to move on to other things.
My soul continues to deconstruct just about everything in its purview. It started in earnest about 5 years ago with my faith system, and has kept munching away at other things right through this very day. As a philosophical process, deconstruction is a stimulating endeavor. As soul work, deconstruction is, well, a little unsettling.
My soul is looking for essentials. In the process I’m trying not to over-grieve the loss of peripherals. I continue to experience anger, however, when I am faced with the investment I’ve made in those things that lie in rubble before me. They seemed like a sure thing at the time. And I try not to tremble, when I find something essential I dare not lose, though the vulnerability of it takes my breath away. These are my soul’s bruised reeds and smoldering wicks, and I can only hope they’re in good hands.
I’m grateful for a group of kindreds who yesterday let me know that all is not lost, that I am not lost, and that the work I’m doing is worth the rubble.
What are you deconstructing?