morning

Two squirrels on the balcony this morning, confused by each other, darting around for a bit, before one leaves and the others settles into some snacking. A hazy sun rose into a now bright blue sky, the cool breeze has returned, many shades of green move to its rhythm.

It is morning still, though not much longer left. I awoke with the sense of new beginning, of a renewed zeal, each day is its own entity. Mistakes, frustrations, toil and bother are all part of the Spiritual life. It is not the ease of soul which one requires, it is the persistence, to continue on and onwards despite outer or inner turmoil. Never stopping or turning, that is the key I think. The enemy, ourselves or the Enemy, convinces that our mistakes are too much, we cannot progress, and so turns us away. God always beckons, none are without hope, no matter how far down the path away they have gone. It is only when the call to return is ignored that all is lost.

To the end, God reaches out for us, and it is a wonderful thing to realize that guilt and mistakes are not impediments to his life and grace. The Spiritual life is one in which we always are turning back to God, always reorienting ourselves back to the right way, so that at some point, maybe only in eternity, we will no longer be distracted away from the perfect gaze on the Three-in-One.

The biggest danger is to lose heart, blaming ourselves, fleeing from hope. Always we can get up and move again, unless we believe the lie, and live more shallow than we ought.