All that happens to me becomes bread to nourish me, soap to cleanse me, fire to purify me, a chisel to carve heavenly features on me. Everything is a channel of grace for my needs. The very thing I sought everywhere else seeks me incessantly, and gives itself to me by means of all created things.
Jean-Pierre de Caussade
|i put it here to remember.|
in my own shame?
i was deeply triggered yesterday and today i wrestle old ways, old thought patterns, shame as old as the dust of eden. and then there is shame for shame, you know? as in, i have healed and learned so much over the years; i should be past all this. however, i do know that when we are triggered it means there is something lurking that needs attention. my job is to listen, to learn gentleness again, to forgive myself, seventy times seven.
and then, with sacred orchestration, the organic sister writes exactly what i need to read.
when your spirit is all screechy and everything feels wrong inside, when your heart is prickly like a porcupine and you don't like anyone, what do you do to become still and serene and all lovey-dovey again?
me? at the moment i opt for escapism. i've mixed a mimosa, turned on pandora, and i nestle down. just for fun, i will start here.
where should i go next? :-)
(and thanks to those of you who have poured love all over me today.
you know who you are.)