Me yesterday when writing and dealing with interruptions and a broken furnace and a car thing and all the things. Ugh. I hate it when I get so scared I can hardly see anything but my fear. 😑
Hate it more when I stir up a mess for others even though I didn’t mean to.
The examen is like a spiritual convo with the Holy and then a slipping on of moon boots when we’re really spinning.
We start to see where we’re hurting. We see where we might be hurting others. We get grounded in love and we move on...making amends, cleaning up messes and admitting that we’re still feeling frazzled and frantic.
The Holy reminds us we are not alone and that we don’t have to obey fear. Thank God for that.
And thank God that God shows up in all things...in all people...in all circumstances with love. I open my eyes and see reminders of love dispelling fear from friends, teachers, poems, the earth, a shared meal, a pup, a book.
Richard Rohr, Pema Chodron, Mr. Rogers, Mary Oliver, David Whyte and former baseball player, Mike Krukow, are some of the teachers who help me get grounded in Loving Presence when I’m a tornado. And, of course, the examen too.
What about you? Tell me who and what speaks Love when fear gets you spinning.
P.S. You remember right? That fear cannot blind Love to seeing who you truly are...the child of Love, an expression of Love, a divine spark among many divine sparks 😊♥️