I was bereft, having started on a path I knew nothing about. I’d left all my old friends, key members of my family, felt totally alone. I could remember flashes of experiences where I’d felt at one with the Absolute. Those experiences had encouraged me in a way no social or material accomplishment ever had. Yet I was cut off even from those experiences. I felt I had no options, not one way to go that could help; not even suicide was open to me, believing as I do that when you take you own life you’ll have unresolved issues to deal with at another time, in another way. All I could do was wait. The waiting, painful as it was, disturbed as I was, strengthened me, deepened my faith. I found in my waiting that the demands placed upon me prompted a response from me, that my own responding to life’s demands was a source of hope for me. That was really all I had: my ability to respond. But it helped me through a most difficult time. My own response deepened my faith……an ordinary monk
I have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
And nothing
happens! Nothing- Silence- Waves-
and we are standing now, quietly, in the new life?
….Juan Ramon Jimenez
there is this waiting time….for the heart to crack open, for the birds to wake up, for the dying time of ugly ways……when we respond rather than react, we honor our soul time….a forgiving heart has the freedom of knowing, of being known…..
The Negro Speaks of Rivers
I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world
and older than the flow of human
blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo
and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised
the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing
of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I’ve know rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
….Langston Hughes
Make Believe Boutique 
The flow of life is ceaseless, our wandering always back toward the place from where we came, as water evaporates into clouds, returns to the land, the rivers, the oceans, so souls like the waters form the sacred hoop of being … May clouds drift lightly through your day …
….and to define faith is to live in the deep mystery of this flow….waiting and watching……sweet summer daydreams g.f.s….
This speaks to me in the midst of my day………. Just moments ago, I sat in the back swing and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of leaves brushing in the wind (the same song as waves upon the shore)……..and in the quiet one there, I waited with anticipation (at last) the sound of a cowbird high in the trees. I knew she would call but the quiet was sweet, knowing it was creating a place for her voice. I opened my eyes and nothing had changed (everything had changed). Let us find the softest feathers and weave them into a rest. ~ Love you, Blue. ~ Bobbie
love this….’nothing had changed, everything had changed’…..so rooted in the ancient wisdom of knowing and forgetting…..this attachment to experience and then the letting go is the sweetest release…..sending you alms of light Bobbie…..