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 loving hands, letting self be held up in the water by safe hands underneath

my shoulders, safe hands underneath my back, safe hands underneath my thighs

And then letting things go.... letting the flowing water wash them off of me

those float down the river.

while I stay, held

What is at the surface clouding my view today?

Conscience; you shouldn't have, your bad because...

I watch it flow down the river I am looking at in the picture on my phone

Conscience, you should have....

I watch it go down too

Dreams I awoke with... more conscience blaming and condemning me

I watch that go too

Layer after layer 

of voices that are not from love, that are not of anything good about me, or another

Then the original thought that started this pile up of feelings 

surfaces

I felt fear

I confess this too, what I was afraid of 

I see it too going down the river

now I am not even trying, it's going of its own accord

Ah, now I can see, 

face to face again

Love looking at me

Love valuing me

Not because of anything I did, or did not do

Just because I am..... LOVED

I soak in this awhile, I bask in its glow, as if it is sunshine warming my skin, my face

and a desire comes... to share it

A longing for all to feel how much they are LOVED 

as well. 

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