A fair mountain breeze blows, a movement of peace itself, active calm. It soothes, it eases. Perfect one might say. I would say. Even though I did not go outside very much today, the view of the wind and sun and wonderful sky was a delight. It is balm to my soul just to look at, a measurable difference from my prior urban haunts. It is right and good.
Today was a day away, not from home, from responsibilities, from tasks. I will get back tomorrow, focused and renewed, excited again about writing, about delving deeper.
The message of this weekend was direct, without direct words. Keep at the tasks, keep doing what is next, what is right, and in staying steady there will be light. God is a chessmaster, we are pieces in his game willing or able to fight. He leads, does not demand, our movement. We can choose to drift away, refuse, and he lets us. Ultimately his final game will be won, our choice is not to impede him, it is whether we want to participate in the victory.
Like complex strategy he moves far ahead of the immediate, making what appears to be senseless demands for an ultimate win. We want to know everything, but we can’t understand how all the pieces are working together, how he is manuevering. We can choose to move or not, but only in the free movement of following his lead will we find ultimate joy. So, we have to act without knowing why, without needing immediate gratification of our yearnings.
This is the spiritual life, learning to flow, to glide with the wind as it blows, to move without full knowledge, knowing only the worthwhile end.
That being said, I feel it is good to keep at my tasks, to pursue my daily writing in its various forms for reasons only God knows. There is light at the end of the darkness, land across the sea, a resting place beyond the void.
The blind leap out. That’s the only way we truly can understand the fluidity and beauty of a spirit filled life. Not profound or new, just settling in to my understanding, becoming part of my being, a lesson really being learned.