Seven minutes one day
It only took seven minutes The need... to connect As well... to turn off the voice of conscience, which is blocking any ability to hear the truth about me. my soul asks... as my finger search will it be an app today? Of prayers read by others? will it be on a social media post? Some of those hold volumes of blessing. I landed on a Visio Divina I had been given in a shared space, as if I was returning on purpose It was a picture of a national park, a tall peeked mountain on one side, a deep ravine as well This image with a river right down the middle I thought of how many river pictures are in my own collection; seed for another day. Because I had been lead before through the noticing what my eyes land on, what the get led back to, over and over, the listening to what is inside of me, with this picture, I let myself be led again. Other remembrance of rivers came to mind Meditations of getting in a river, what does yours look like? Is it clear? Is it muddy? of being held by three lo...