Life is noisy right now.
I’ve got a rumble in my belly for quiet,
for shelter from the grating hurry
that seems to crackle like electricity all around.
I feel it in the air, the shove to go faster, to outrun the clamor
to shut out the buzz with my own frantic go.
But I’m defying it inside where I remember that I get to choose,
to dig in my heels against the push.
This feels like life to the bones and breath of me.
Yes, I do have time to slow this train on down.
To pick up feathers and leaves and words and stones
and notice what they might want to say.
No, it’s not irresponsible. These are the days I’ve been given.
These moments are free and mine to gather.
It’s brave to rest inside while the noise rattles on,
to taste and see and savor the mystery,
to press through the amnesia that settles over like a fog
and remember that we’re co-creators with a God
who likes to do the heavy lifting.
To find the partnership delicious.
When I pull up feeling empty and discouraged,
I often discover in the still small voice
that my ego has been driving.
Exhausting taskmaster, that one.
I can break up again with the offender
and get back to the business of wonder, breath and being,
to living out this life of one who tumbles and leaps and feels it all deep
in this dizzying, glorious wild.
~ To not draw back from the not knowing how.
To breathe deep from the brave
to just be.
“All I know is there’s nothing better than that wide-open, opinion-busting,
all-things-are-possible, everything’s-OK feeling of prayer.”
– Elizabeth Lesser
Sending this out to all your tired places
with a bold dare to slow down and find rest:)