I have an ongoing, love/hate relationship with writing.
(all writers say, “duh – that’s what writing IS“)
Today I’m going to a writing salon, to sit in the company of other writers and be stimulated in the craft.
Hopefully they have a pair of jumper cables.
…later that afternoon (post-jump start)
in response to the prompt, “Everyday I consider…”
Everyday I consider who I am in the world and who I want to be. Which version, which story will I tell today, and can I let go of my stories, and just be? And in being, to be content.
This is the secret I will to apprehend. The serenity of the present moment and the treasures to be had therein. Freed from judgments of the past and concerns of the future, what wealth is available when I look to the moment?
A step into divine life, a swim in the river of spirit, the present is the I AM, the place where God lives. My presence, my attention, is all that is required.
What faith, what trust, to step into this Oz, this Narnia, this kingdom of heaven that is at hand.
and then, in response to “There is a place where…”
There is a place where the candy scent of pine floats on a whisper
Where silence first deafens, then soothes my soul
Where the sky, so blue, can grace the world
and the clouds float by, just because.
There is a place where the ground meets my boots
And the trail takes me where my heart belongs
There is a place where I remember I am home
On this earth, I belong, and am hers.
Hope you found the jumper cables. Sometimes after a jump, you have to keep the car running for a while to build the battery back up. Make of that what you will.
If you get a jolt, please call me and pass it along.