ah, what a great image for our life calling….waiting
in the morning , as i go to my chair to do centering prayer, it’s as if there are monkeys having a dance party in my head. the bodily felt sense there is something to behold.
then there is a steady image of myself as a busker on a knife’s edge.
being called to hold vigil each moment of each day is a constant theme underneath the noise.
The editorial says: our long national nightmare is over. truly, there is no closure on this side. i commit to waiting through the good dreams and the nightmares. doing the next , most loving thing. all the celebration and teeth-gnashing recedes to the background.
just being here waiting. waiting for God to fill the emptiiness i am holding open for Him.
