There is a time for everything. Truly, if it can be felt, thought, imagined or willed, then it floats somewhere in the vast ocean of being, the primordial reality that simply contains the things that are. We should not fight this fact of our human existence. We should not pretend that we can control the very ground on which we stand. We should not construct narratives about life that make us feel like we are in control. We should, instead, learn to swim! There is no substitute for the risk of entrusting our bodies to the infinite plane of Love. It is precisely our fearful flailing that disorients us, makes us think that the water will not support us, and perhaps causes us to feel as if we are drowning. Let’s therefore relax in this coming week. Let’s be honest about the challenge of being a single molecule in a great blue expanse. Just for today we can resist the temptation to make judgments about how things will turn out. We can lead with vulnerability. We can experiment with being open and patiently wait for the miracle to happen. All shall be well, indeed, and all manner of being shall be well. Ave Crux, Spes Unica.
A PRAYER OF ST. TERESA OF AVILA
