Each week I look for a clue and I wonder if something will bubble up that may inspire or delight readers. Sometimes the well spring is dry or I may be surprised by how the page comes to life with a splash of color. Whatever it might be, my intention is to come forth from a place of genuineness.
When we give expression to the quiverings of the heart or dare to speak of what weighs on us, this naming out loud holds power. Suddenly words magnify our experience and we may wish our thoughts had remained an unheard whisper. This is especially true, when the listener feels a need to give us an answer to our heart’s question.
Today, I am floating on a vast sea of emptiness. Not the kind of message I wish to offer in this season of blessings. Be it ever so unadorned, I wish to be congruent with what I feel. I can trust that these shades of greying blues, green and lavender have a story to tell. In the unravelling and stirrings within we are freed from our darkness, but only when we stop struggling to get away.
In stillness, we befriend our cast off selves. “Be still and know that I am.”
I thought of our many moments of meaningful connection in this great big constellation of life; of beautiful beings who offer generous hospitality, humor amid poignancy, kindness in turmoil. Yes, this vast open sea holds an amazing grace.
Liz Sorensen Wessel
Mandala by ~liz
Journal of Sacred Work 
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