time to play

As I sit in the busyness of my day I am mindful of the way it began and what is pulling me through. This morning as I was trying to squeeze a few more moments of sleep from the night I hear this tender voice accompanied by the warmth of a hug whispering..."Mom, don't forget, don't forget to pack your racquet today, ok? Don't forget Mom." What a wonderful way to awake, with my son's voice asking for time with me, time to play and be with him. Then my day begins...first a continued search for a devotional book that I want to use for a message I am preparing for the House of Prayer, the title I have no idea, I just remember that I loved it and that it moved me. I don't even remember the quote but I know that I was moved and could sense God in something I read (isn't that how we remember most things, by how they made us feel more than the actual content). No book yet, so now I sit at my desk thankful for my job at the House of Prayer, about to run a lunch to school because someone forgot it this morning. Then I'm heading to a generosity event where I may be sharing a bit at the end...and then I remembered by racquet. I get to play. That voice that began my day planted a seed of longing to be on that court, pulling me through the busyness of my day, a day I am most grateful for the many things I get to do, but most of all I can't wait to pick up my racquet.

If Only For the Taste

Awake

There are days when it seems life is going by and I'm existing within it's boundaries, leaving me in a state of frustration underlined by a deep knowing that I, that we, were made for more than mere existence. We were created to fully live, to embrace each day as an incredible gift and to simply take the time to be grateful for the smallest most nonsensical displays of beauty. It is so true in my practice that somehow being thankful brings me back to life. Being grateful for my morning cup of coffee centers my attention so that I can taste, smell and feel again. When I don't take the time to be grateful sadly entitlement can get in the way, as I seek to satisfy this insatiable hunger to be awakened, to be alive. Oh dear God, awake my soul. Only you can satisfy. I want to experience life as a gift and to be aware of You in the moment. I want to fully live this life you paid such a price to give. "Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divne waters."