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Dear Friends,

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Lorraine

You Are Here

Sometimes I wish this image would pop up in front of me to give me some directional sign of where I am in life.

Of course needing to know "where you are" is a good indicator that you are feeling a little lost. Wouldn't it be nice if when you felt that way, you could just call up this image and say, "oh yeah, okay, that's where I am. Now I know where I need to GO."

Or what if you were being pulled in a million different directions by {well intentioned} people who think they know what is best for you or felt the need to tell you where and what you should be doing?  You could say to them, hold on just a sec,  "I just need to consult my map and my "you are here sign."

And then it hit me tonight at mass. The 23rd Psalm (1-6) was recited:

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:  he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

DUH! I metaphorically crumbled up my map and let it fly out the window as I drove away from church. It's so OBVIOUS.  Of course.  Once again, I am trying to figure it all out on my own when I realize that my navigator is Christ and Christ alone. I know I know . . . I am right HERE, exactly where I am SUPPOSED to BE.

And so are you . . .

 

She Let Go

She let go.

Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,

without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a

book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyse whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her.

And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

— Reverend Safire Rose


Incipit Vita Nova.

Enter a new life.

A new look. A new journey.

#rediscover #reinvent #restore

More to come.