Sometimes it feels like there is a cauldron stewing in my soul. Have you been there?
There are ingredients to the roiling stew: impatience with a movement grounded in love that seems intent upon placating over boldness, concern about the front page news, awareness of finitude and the ticking off of days of engagement with life, and maybe most keenly, a felt sense of call to an unknown adventure.
The roil is not a bad thing. It means that we are alive and ripe and full of life flavor and possibility is.
The issue is keeping the heat even whilst the cooking is going on.
Spiritual practices are not optional during such times of creating. Going to the gym or listening to music or reading delicious things or laughing and talking with trusted souls; all of those things keep the awareness of bubbling possibility real but not overwhelming.
Faith is key ingredient; faith that the Holy Creator who stirred up the soup that we are has a hand in the seasonings of soul.
There’s something going on. It’s not just in me. There is an awakening stirring in this world we share. Hunger for wholeness is being named, awareness of empty and the insufficiency of the tangible is growing, and a sense of kinship with all is coming to consciousness.
From Egypt to Richfield, voices are being found and communities and sanctities being proclaimed.
The roil is real. God grant us the wisdom to live this time of immense power and creativity. The world, as the Canticle of the Turning sings it, is about to turn.
This is holy, holy time.