Freedom. I feel like we get really trapped in our reactions to things. Our reactions often come from a lower part of our brain, and they define how we experience ourselves and others, and the events in our lives. To me, freedom is going, “Yeah, I might have that reaction. I might start there, but I don’t have to stay there.”
When I was doing pastoral care for my parishioners, they would come bound up in a story they’re telling themselves about their lives- “My mother’s doing this, and my boss is doing that” or “My lover’s doing this.” I’d muster as much compassion as I could for like, 10 minutes, while they’re telling the story they’ve probably told exactly the same way to 10 other people. They’re bound up in it.
And then I just look at them and I go, “I understand those feelings, and I can feel how tied up you are about all this. And as your pastor, I want yo to have freedom. That’s all, I just want you to be free from it.” So, there’s good news and bad news. The good news is you can be free from it. the bad news is you have to start telling yourself a completely different story. If we keep telling an old story, it will feel good for a minute- but only in the way that peeing your pants feels warm for a minute, you know? So eventually, to have freedom, I hate to tell you, but you have to look at what your part is in that story. If you look at that stuff, with as much honesty as you can, you have a fighting chance at freedom. If not, you just don’t.
and from wherever your compass moves from, how can you gently shift?
inquiry for today~ when you feel stuck in the same story today, where do feel stuck in your body? just notice…..
There is a quiet light that shines in every heart. It draws no attention to itself though it is always secretly there. It is what illuminates our minds to see beauty, our desire to seek possibility and our hearts to love life. Without this subtle quickening our days would be empty and wearisome, and no horizon would ever awaken our longing. Our passion for life is quietly sustained from somewhere in us that is wedded to the energy and excitement of life. This shy inner light is what enables us to recognize and receive our very presence here as blessing. We enter the world as strangers who all at once become heirs to a harvest of memory, spirit, and dream that has long preceded us and will now enfold, nourish, and sustain us.