A beautiful good morning, dear ones, far and near. Another day of our Holy Week journey...another day of our life's holy journey... another day of asking and wondering and seeking answers for the questions of life. Another day of trying to define "faith", since this is what keeps so many of us on the path.
Is "faith", perhaps, the effort to believe in light when we're covered by clouds and cannot see the sun? Of course, the sun is there...we know that with the head, the intellect..but the heart questions, doubts...and so the skepticism born of our emotional blindness renders us unable to see truth, experience reality...the reality that the clouds will come, time and again, and that rainy days can be the most blessed of times, bringing green and glorious life, punctuated by living color.
May the day ahead be filled with the awareness of light, of sunshine, even if gray clouds fill your vision. This, too, shall pass...as surely as day follows night...as surely as the seasons change...as surely as the lovely moon waxes and wanes. Live in that certainty this day, dear ones, and know, KNOW, that you are loved.
prodding us to alter our position
to go in a different direction.
And like the children we once were,
we cry out, “Why?”
“What will happen now?”
clinging with clenched hands
to the familiar
Why do we so easily forget that
only when we let go of the past,
the familiar, the safe, can new life happen?
It’s called RESURRECTION.