longing

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”

clearing soul congestion

Sweep-Return-Bristles-Broom-Close-Cleanliness-667324.jpegA 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”

the tyranny of ‘shoulds’

white faced heronToday, 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’”