on most wednesday mornings, i have the profound pleasure of walking the path of the labyrinth. one among the morning’s meditators reads something inspiring to set us off on our way. recently, it was “a morning offering” from john o’donohues’s book, to bless the space between us.
the last two paragraphs moved me almost to tears.
may my mind come alive todayto the invisible geographythat invites me to new frontiers,to break the dead shell of yesterdays,to risk being disturbed and changed.
may i have the courage todayto live the life that i would love,to postpone my dream no longer,but do at last what i came here forand waste my heart on fear no more.
these words are the quintessential message for spiritual elders…”to break the dead shell of yesterdays”
…there have been so many yesterdays…and “waste my heart on fear no more”
…there can be so many of fears that occupy our hearts to the exclusion of our “dream”.what are our dreams, those that have been postponed in the busy-ness of life?are we willing to risk being transformed in the process of your ageing and eldering?what is the life we love?where do we find the courage to come alive, to breathe each breath, to live each experience fully?through introspection, quiet contemplation, gentle review of our lives we can find the answers to these, and other, questions. spiritual practices are the maps and the containers for this inner exploration. we can choose from so many routes through our “invisible geography”.
we need not adopt exotic dress, burn incense or chant unfamiliar words. we need only sit with mindful attention and clear intention to the unfolding of the “life that i would love”. each of us has such a life. each of us is unfolding into that life with each morning's sunrise and evening's sunset made conscious.