“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.” ~ Fred Buechner

A friend reached out this a.m. after reading St Therese’s prayer. She has lost both her parents in the last few months. We chatted a bit about grief and asking for strength. She commented she wasn’t sure who she was talking to in her head, but that traditional beliefs did not have a presence in her life right now.
Completely understandable, we don’t feel very spirited in the wilderness.
It got me to thinking…
Faith. Does it matter what you are having faith in, or just that you are choosing to believe?
And which feels better right now– to project hope into a future positive possibility or to fear the worst?
Faith is seeing possibilities, not just problems. (What is a problem solver anyway? I think it’s just someone that believes in possible solutions.)

listen up

The Bhagavad Gita. The Bible. Native American traditions. So much spiritual wisdom has been relayed by stories. It makes sense. A question to consider: which do you respond to- an anecdotal experience shared by someone you trust, or a mandate imposed upon you?

I was speaking to a friend the other day about the ten commandments. We agreed they should be called guidelines, as we both choose to believe in a loving spirit that is trying to protect us from going down rabbit holes of proven to be painful scenarios. I choose to believe these are cautionary words of tried and true wisdom, moreso than promises for lightning bolts in the back if we aren’t mindful of them. To me the sin is mostly in the pride of thinking you know best. I think that’s why Jesus told stories- he was human and knew how to get through to be people (let them interpret the moral of the story, everyone believes their own deductions, right?!)

Sometimes, and lately, I think about archetypes and wonder if we all are just plugged into them. What’s worse than someone projecting an abbreviation version of your life challenges into a soundbite of a “story?” Maybe realizing our lives really are made up of age old struggles and lessons that seem to repeat themselves throughout history. And maybe the I-told-you-so lesson we get when we ignore all stories and signs the universe has tried to give us!
The point is, our lives are made up of stories, and those stories are rich with lessons and growth opportunities- for ourselves and others. Bottom line- Listen up!

A Meditation:

The Guest House, Rumi

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

A-Muse from Covid quarantine creative daze:

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