Cottage 2012 What follows is what I just posted on acottagebythesea blog. I want to add a little more here on aprayerdiary.
The spiritual practice I mention has really been a prayerful one. It hasn’t been easy giving up what I want, and I take no credit for any progress I have made in releasing control. With grace I have breathed in the Holy Spirit when feeling surrounded by an ‘all-about-me attitude’. I’ve failed miserably at times, but at other times I’ve considered the lilies of the field: I’ve recalled Jesus’ parable about the rich young man: I’ve remembered soldiers and citizens in Afghanistan: I’ve thought of the homeless on our freezing cold streets: I’ve prayed for my friend in the hospital. For me, living is more than a spiritual practice; it is a prayerful one.
Here the update on the cottage. The owner is feeling better and hopes to get to Florida by early February. Hope is worth having; it helps us heal. I figure that at its best, the time I can count on at the cottage is from February 15 through March 31st. I will be grateful for that, but I am also grateful to stay home this winter. I will, however, miss those consecutive days of silence and solitude that one can only experience when completely alone.
This wondering, this anticipating, this lack of control on my part has become an on-going spiritual practice. In practical terms I’ve had to give up certainty when looking at my calendar. Beyond that I’m trying to release the idea that all this planning and calendar works really is important. Day by day; Carpe Diem.
The spiritual practice I mention has really been a prayerful one. It hasn’t been easy giving up what I want, and I take no credit for any progress I have made in releasing control. With grace I have breathed in the Holy Spirit when feeling surrounded by an ‘all-about-me attitude’. I’ve failed miserably at times, but at other times I’ve considered the lilies of the field: I’ve recalled Jesus’ parable about the rich young man: I’ve remembered soldiers and citizens in Afghanistan: I’ve thought of the homeless on our freezing cold streets: I’ve prayed for my friend in the hospital. For me, living is more than a spiritual practice; it is a prayerful one.
Here the update on the cottage. The owner is feeling better and hopes to get to Florida by early February. Hope is worth having; it helps us heal. I figure that at its best, the time I can count on at the cottage is from February 15 through March 31st. I will be grateful for that, but I am also grateful to stay home this winter. I will, however, miss those consecutive days of silence and solitude that one can only experience when completely alone.
This wondering, this anticipating, this lack of control on my part has become an on-going spiritual practice. In practical terms I’ve had to give up certainty when looking at my calendar. Beyond that I’m trying to release the idea that all this planning and calendar works really is important. Day by day; Carpe Diem.
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