Worn out and weeping without consolation, I slowly consented to let the light within lead the way.
This winter landscape cared nothing about my previous experience in marketplace engagement or event scenario planning. I was in the dark when it came to navigating my little house on the prairie’s first blizzard.
My desire to create, to materialize something in the outer world, requires me to go where I prefer not to go.
Practice, for me, is a way to create fertility for God to be expressed through my own being. It’s a commitment to spending time with the Beloved each day, remaining still and alert, noticing what comes up and releasing it, creating space for Love to grow.