It is not easy following a path of self sacrifice, of making changes to turn inward, and to opening oneself to grace. I, personally, am particularly challenged of late. I find my job to be mixed with all sorts of messages......we can't live without you~ you can't come to work on Monday becasue your registration has expired~will you please help me review this case, help me talk to a patient~why did you let her say that to a patient? Even now, at home I receive messages of love and hate all in the same day. It is a day, a time, of contrasts, and I have no clue what is real.
I think I shall listen to Mary Oliver, who suggests that we lift our oars out of the water and Row as fast as we can toward love.....even though the waters may be unsafe and flowing like mad over a ledge. This is no wasy task. It certainly does not feel safe at all. But, as Mary says, so eloquently in West Wind II, a life without love is not worth a dog who has been dead for nine days. Choosing love is risky....choosing God's love is hard to even know how to fathom.
When the weight of the mundane and the silly overwhelm me......I find comfort and grace in family and friends, whom I suspect, are extensions of God's grace and love. They always seem to make me smile, or laugh, or cry, and then I don't feel so burdened my the weight of the mean people who, for some reason, did not ge the message.
So, I row, swiftly, to love......even if it means there is a steep waterfall, I will go, becasue I know who is on the other side to catch me as I take the plunge.
Row frineds, Row!
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