In my occasional series of ‘word pilgrim’ explorations, a small group gathers to ponder their lives through the power of words. The truthfulness and imaginative simplicity of what emerges in these classes is always a pleasure and touches on the sacred. Continue reading “serendipity”
In recent conversations, the topic of what we long for has come up a lot. There’s a wise mystery about the way our longings may have to rest in some subterranean place for a while until the circumstances in which our longing can be satisfied arise. This arising is a combination of patient seeking and clear connection to this longing along with a helpful dash of prayer or question-asking—which may be the same thing. Continue reading “longing”
Sometimes everything seems to stop. To grow cold, to come off the boil, to go flat—we have lots of ways to describe it. The enthusiasm we had for life, for our work, for a project, a relationship dissipates, and something else calls. Continue reading “welcoming wintry times”
A friend of mine and fellow writer told me she doesn’t like that term. ‘It feels thick, clumsy,’ I think she said.
‘Exactly!’ I thought. ‘That’s right’ When we’re in the grip of soul congestion then our heart feels shrouded and wooden. We can’t feel or we over-feel what is going on. We shift between panic and low moods, excitement and despair. We need a soul decongestant but we usually just give in to a familiar reaction instead. Continue reading “clearing soul congestion”
When we allow ourselves to lift guilt from the deep inner place where it seems to prefer to dwell, we can experience a hint of the relief that allowing ourselves a fresh relationship with its darkness may permit. We may also sense the stagnation that it seems to enforce. Continue reading “guilt”
Today, I avoided an attack of the ‘shoulds’ and followed my own heart on a long wintry walk along the Dandenong Creek which fortuitously involved cheesecake. As there was no one about, I could happily chat to myself about new projects, practice an upcoming talk, as well as delight in harriers and kestrels, scarlet robins and blue wrens, white faced herons and egrets. Continue reading “the tyranny of ‘shoulds’”
This is one question I’m trying to ask more regularly. When I’m stuck, when I just don’t know, when I feel reactive rather than creative, when I’m tired; the question moves me away from a narrow frame towards one that includes the world, the others I’m with, the situation I’m confronting. Continue reading “what is needed now?”