On the way to enlightenment there may be a few bumps along that road. When I find myself being reactive, I now try to step back and see why it happened. It is a fact that we live in this world and we are meant to react and respond to it; otherwise we are not participating in the glorious experience of being human. On the other hand, life seems to flow better when we lean more toward being responsive that reacting. So why can I sit and watch a ball game and not get involved emotionally while the person next to me is exploding at the seams? It’s about perspective. |
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With God all things are possible.
Con dios todas las cosas son posible. Matthew 19.26 These words are meant to be reassuring. Personally, I find the whole idea overwhelming. All things are possible. Ok. I’ll get right on it. Thing is, when faced with all things all the time, all of them always possible, I am hard pressed to focus on the one or two things that apply to my life. In my mind I see an enormous ball made up of all sorts of things crumpled together. They are smushed and smashed into a ball making machine then released into the universe to float and gloat, daring me to pick one recognizable topic to address. The result is that nothing gets done. I send out that message that I know that all things are possible and the probably includes my ‘issue’ and hope to goodness that things work out for the best. A full skein of yarn lay tangled and mangled on the living room floor. My husband looked on in mild terror - I knew he was expecting me to ask for help with the impossible mess. When I told him I didn’t need him to help, he relaxed and refocused on the movie we were watching.
I sighed and sat down to conquer the massive tangle. Jim would glance over occasionally as if he expected me to cave and beg for his help. But I was determined to sort this out on my own. I finally found a loose end and began to follow its path. I admit that I was tempted to just cut the yarn and be done with it. This happened, though, to be the most expensive yarn I’d ever purchased. Scissors were not an option. |
M.U.S.E. MeditationThe Angel that presided
o'er my birth Said "Little creature, form'd of Joy & Mirth Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth. – William Blake AuthorRev. Deborah is a spiritual explorer. She has been teaching in the spiritual metaphysics field for over forty years and her specialty is to help each person discover his/her unique spiritual path. Archives
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