Writing does give me my truth as it moves moment to movemnt unrestsricted and free. Yesterday in my writing this prayer came forward. Uncontain me Lord - Open my heart to the free flow of loving - touch me into the freedom of my Soul's expression - dance me to the rhythm of unconditional love.
My mind wants so much to give its opinion and I am less inclined to listen now
To move beyond the figuring and the opinion filled mind spaces, takes the willingness for long silent pauses.
The impatience to be finished may be the gift about to be revealed if we can relax and give ourselves our full time allowed
Stopping before we are meant to finish might miss the most extraordinary
Not commenting can be harder to do than the automatic/habitual responses that can simply be space fillers .
In my writing recently there appeared a new voice which is teaching me. Here is one: My intolerant self reared its insistent head and I reminded her she is not in charge and can no longer speak for me. I rather like speaking up for a new way of being.
A young girl dances around in the parking area with great joy and I join her instead of simply enjoying watching and receiving her joy. My enthusiastic yet abrupt intrusion into her innocent moment stopped her flow. Giving pause to read a situation before jumping in full out is a thoughtful and prayerful act
Teaching myself to respect and honor me is the starting point often brushed aside to follow some outer based illusion
This day was the effortless, delightful, suprised filled version. Thank you!