… watching for the brushstrokes of God
I have been thinking about the word “impact”. Heroes make an impact, so does a disaster. Meteors leave a crater upon impact due to speed and height and weight. A featherlight bird, almost invisible unless we pay attention, lifts our soul …a different kind of impact.
How do we see our impact?
“If we see the soul’s journey as cyclical, like the seasons … then we can accept the reality that periods of despair or fallowness are like winter – a resting time that offers us a period of creative hibernation, purification, and regeneration that prepare us for the births of spring.” ~ Linda Leonard, Call to Create
How do you pay attention to areas of winter?
I love the parallel of winter and advent in my region. Short days and long nights and barren trees do not indicate the restoration going on underground. The small first stirrings of God’s coming during the Advent season are usually invisible to our senses. It takes awhile to slow down enough to make room for noticing the first signs unfolding.
How do you begin to make room for noticing God?
The beauty of the fall season comes to an end with the release of the golden, red and blazing leaves. The trees loosen their grasp on greening and dazzling to enter into winter’s rest.
How might we release what we no longer need to carry or loosen our grasp for deep and slow replenishment?
Watching the destructive forces of one storm after another leaving devastation in their wake makes me wonder what we in our rushing leave behind. Is life-giving unfolding and emerging found in slowing? Birth, rebuilding, growing all take time.
What in your life needs slowing?
“One could not begin the cultivation of the prayer life at a more practical point than deliberately to seek each day, and several times a day, a lull in the rhythm of daily doing, a period where nothing happens that demands active participation.” This lull of being rather than doing is a holy pause. “ ~ Howard Thurman
How do you breathe in between?
With the Eyes of the Heart 