I spent a good portion of my life trying to help friends into the light, that I forgot that it was I who just needed to act on my own advice.
When we hang out with those still stumbling in the dark, we too become angered by the lack of movement forward, and I spent a lot of time in this space until I decided enough was enough. The moment I surrounded myself with those who lived the action of movement, this crack in the wall allowed me to see God once again, “a memory of returning home”. We see God in things like nature because it’s not standing still; nature is life in layers constantly in the process of becoming. Anger is the one thing that holds us back from becoming, the one moment that’s standing still.
War is the same no matter what year it is, what makes it different is how we choose to express our differences with each other, do we continue to kill or do we learn to compromise. From compromise we discover the rich beauty in the uniqueness we each carry, that is added to the table of life’s feast; the ingredients of architecture within culture, art, food, knowledge… Setting boundaries of participation creates room to breathe; out of Ego and into Spirit. One of God’s favorite miracles is “that” movement of us changing our minds, enough so to profoundly effect our lives in a positive way from that moment forward.
First we go through this process within ourselves, then in our relations, and last with the world at large.
Movement that creates real trustworthy change comes from that spark of our inner joy, and sometimes what gives us the space to explore this joy is to remove ourselves from those still stumbling in the dark; an act of self-love. I can better see God in myself when I am moving forward, even though our humanness loves that consistency of routine.

Blessings…

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