As I write this, it is almost 5AM and I’ve been up since 3:45AM. It’s called jet lag. I’m wide awake, made more permanent by the nice black tea I bought while in Sweden (seven time zones away), and might as well start my day while my brain and body make the adjustments. My “to-go” list is as follows:
Laundry
Groceries
Weed-whacking
Bug spray
Rake the grass
Fix the carrier
Thank you note to ____
And I won’t bother to write the rest. (I did get the yard mowed yesterday, as it was looking more in need of brush-hogging after being gone for two weeks.)Continue reading “Check marks”
This poem by Cindy Powell really resonated with me. One thing I’m looking to in Heaven is “no time”, i.e., no clocks or watches because “who cares?” But for now, I have to care, and sometimes that caring lapses over into, well…we all know. Thanks, Cindy, for such a great thought here!
Time What an extravagant and lavish gift Time to simply be Without an agenda Without any obligation to make “good” use of the time and space I find myself in Without anything to prove Without a need to accomplish anything Or discover anything – Other than what always is And that is simply You – You here with me In time
I don’t have to get it I don’t have to steward it particularly well I don’t even have to respond in a particular way I just need to be I just need to be me – Here with You Whatever that looks like Whatever it feels like Whatever does or does not happen There are no necessary results There is no grand master scheme to consider There is only now And this gift of time This gift of a moment in time
But, really – Is it a moment in time or a moment outside of time? Could it be a moment of eternal purity and truth breaking through the illusion of time? In all the busyness of this chaotic planet Perhaps the most extreme and extravagant thing to do – Is to be In utter simplicity In complete freedom Freedom from striving Freedom from obligation To anyone or anything
It’s almost too absurd to comprehend But maybe “being” is the ultimate act of consecration Maybe it is the ultimate act of letting go Maybe it is a complete stripping away Of all that binds And blinds And of all that distracts With delusions of our own self-importance Maybe it is knowing Absolutely knowing That even in the absolute absence of my good works And best efforts He is still pleased He is still present He is still who He says He is He will still do what He says He will do And He is still here With me In time.
As I write this, it is almost 5AM and I’ve been up since 3:45AM. It’s called jet lag. I’m wide awake, made more permanent by the nice black tea I bought while in Sweden (seven time zones away), and might as well start my day while my brain and body make the adjustments. My “to-go” list is as follows:
INSPIRATION with an ATTITUDE 