I am back from my private retreat days, ready to face what this day has in store. Or as ready as I can be. This morning after my morning coffee I sat for my solitary morning meditation, and then wrote these words which I share in case they speak to any one of you who are reading them:
A messy solitary morning sit, present to the messiness of life these days. This and that flitting in and out along with my breath.
So messy, yes, but still this overwhelming sense of God, one with us, inviting me, inviting us, to be present to and amidst all the messiness.
To be present, to recognize the goodness that is there in the mix, clouded though it may be by all that is messy.
To nurture and build upon that which is good, co-creating even more goodness with our loving Creator, Jesus our brother, Emmanuel, God with us, and of course the pesky and mischievous Spirit.
As best we can, as best I can, breath by breath, step by step, moment by moment.
One with God, one with it all, even the suffering and anxiety and impasse, believing there can be more.
Commiting to staying with the messiness and bringing light to the goodness, with God.