My Christmas Cactus is blooming in the midst of the season of Lent. It's vibrant and gorgeously pink and has an attitude of wild abandon. It bloomed throughout November and December, took a break, and is bustin' loose again just for the fun of it. Or maybe, there really is something to inanimate objects picking up vibes and returning them to the atmosphere.
You hear of houses holding the memories and feelings of those who once lived there. I remember Maya Angelou talking once about the walls taking in our words and giving them back to us. But this is slightly different. Perhaps this Christmas Cactus has been absorbing my weariness, my heaviness, and rather than grow dull and lifeless... this plant is holding out healing to me.
2017 has found me confused, dazed, wandering, and wondering. What happens to our souls, to our psyche, when that which has made sense, and that which has been blessing is disregarded, dismissed, and dismantled? The scope of this is broad and the depth is so deep the soul can grow weighted and weary. It is not of the imagination that the tilt of our human experience, these days, is keeping us off-balanced and overwhelmed.
So when something shows up that is beautiful and delightful and generous and spontaneous... we must allow that which is so needy and thirsty and aching in us to rise up and welcome it.
Come, weary as you are, to the love that is always eager to hold you. You are never alone.
To: JK, MH, NRP, LB, MT
You hear of houses holding the memories and feelings of those who once lived there. I remember Maya Angelou talking once about the walls taking in our words and giving them back to us. But this is slightly different. Perhaps this Christmas Cactus has been absorbing my weariness, my heaviness, and rather than grow dull and lifeless... this plant is holding out healing to me.
2017 has found me confused, dazed, wandering, and wondering. What happens to our souls, to our psyche, when that which has made sense, and that which has been blessing is disregarded, dismissed, and dismantled? The scope of this is broad and the depth is so deep the soul can grow weighted and weary. It is not of the imagination that the tilt of our human experience, these days, is keeping us off-balanced and overwhelmed.
So when something shows up that is beautiful and delightful and generous and spontaneous... we must allow that which is so needy and thirsty and aching in us to rise up and welcome it.
Come, weary as you are, to the love that is always eager to hold you. You are never alone.
To: JK, MH, NRP, LB, MT
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