I wonder if our prayers are less discipline and practice, and more listening and obedience–accepting the silent guest as we take the ring of our meager power to see it cast into the fiery chasm. Once the ring is cast, we listen anew.
As 2023 begins why not ask questions? What is your vocation? What can you not do? Is there a calling, a living duty that transcends obligation? The question demands we look inward, to try to see clearly what nourishes and grows. A vine grows and reaches, moving from its beginning, putting down roots like footsteps in the earth.
Based on past searchings, will you ride the clouds to a different horizon? Most of us settle uneasily into resignation. Things will likely be as they have been. We move inexorably along the plane of another revolution around our star.
Some of us will leave the cyclical journey. Indeed, we don’t know which revolution will be left undone. Will you plunge inward to your fiery center, or be flung outward into cold darkness?
Or, perhaps there is another way: .A spiral upward. Rise to the summit where our darkness and light are clearly seen in their beauty.
Recently I was invited to chat with a new friend, Joseph Warren, on his popular podcast, Broken Catholic. Unexpectedly, the conversation turned toward regret and dealing with the feelings that go along with it. Hope you enjoy this discussion about letting go of the mistakes of the past.
I have heard it said that the worst part about being old is remembering being young; the helplessness of knowing you cannot go back. Yet, I wonder when we reach the distant shore beyond the world as we have known it, if we will find ourselves returned and in the flower of life, men and women of, perhaps 30 years. How would it be to again be full of life but to have also the knowledge of the aged? To know the wisdom of thankfulness when yearning for what was is transformed into the joy for what is. Few in their youth know such wisdom.