Waking Up to the Journey

When we walk on the earth with reverence, beauty will decide to trust us. The rushed heart and the arrogant mind lack the gentleness and patience to enter that embrace. Beauty is mysterious, a slow presence who waits for the ready, expectant heart.

John O’Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace

Each day I search for my center… 

For that moment in the pool when the next song in my earbud is the pours into my soul while I stroke and flap to the deep end and back….

For that aroma of something baking in the oven that reminds me of creating new things that fill the soul as well as the stomach.

For that moment in time when Bob and I connect in a conversation about nothing in particular and everything all at the same time. 

When Millie, all 65 pounds of wagging flesh and pounding tail bores into my heart such love and devotion… that I am filled with wonder over and over again. 

When I decide to loop around the subdivision again because the book I am listening to has brought me to tears and I must find out how this discussion by this author on the meaning of their life come to closure.

When I am singing with the choir, always my faith comes to life and grows with every note and every word…. 

For the times in communion with this community when I truly see the practices of interconnectedness and covenant practiced with such dedication and awareness that I challenged again to do better, be better. These are what center me. Blessed be.

~Lydia Patrick

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1 Response to Waking Up to the Journey

  1. Roy Reynolds says:

    Thanks Lydia. I read your words (and O’Donohue’s) and then shared them with Jean.
    Very touching.

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