I feel like this today, not sure why, in the midst of so much sorrow, losing friends; and birthing new projects simultaneously—hope and joy enter, and something akin to a yellow expectancy! Photo’s to follow!
Perhaps joy and sorrow are tethered to the same post. That “bright sadness” which the elders develop by staying with God in grief, is, perhaps only possible through pain and loss. Trials make faith authentic or genuine as Peter taught. So don’t waste them, as Nouwen taught. Allow them to become places of transformation in your life.
This is out in one of my favorite spots in north america—the Point Reyes national park, where i did my last birthday. The space makes me feel alive in my spirit—need those spaces in more weightier times!
It’s the type of road i live on inside! I often think of the types of roads or textures people are meant to live in, as my name means: road or path or way-camino basically.
This road always makes me feel alive, myself, and eternal. I think I’ll keep dancing and skipping and kicking on “the path prepared beforehand to be my way”, as the writer of Ephesians put it. May we all! Why not?! Each of us a one of a kind poem!
“In the world, you will have troubles, but I give you My Own Peace.” My favorite translation. I might add, and funky Grace to continue to be! The courage to be is half the battle, as Viktor Frankl put it.