I'm caught up this morning in my thoughts about an acquaintance: Nobody likes her. She would run her mouth 24/7, if she didn't have to sleep, with nothing but I, me, my, mine sounding. I roll my eyes when she gets started but she doesn't take the hint. She's oblivious to all but her own feelings and facts.
I think I heard...or did I feel?...something. It seemed like a breath, felt like a breeze, sounded like, "What you see is always yourself." But it was probably just the wind rattling the window.
I just had a flash of an old flash...it recurs often so I'd best take it seriously: God is love. Love is nonresistance. If we will welcome every niggle, bump and barnacle as we trudge our road of happy destiny, we will live in love.
I'm guessing the human condition precludes that, but it does not preclude our having that as a "want to." It may be a pie-in-the-sky want to, but doesn't that beat living as a constant mud-on-my-shoe victim?
I've now got two "impossible" dreams...one, for my true religion to be kindness, and two, to think with nonresistance, to love in a word.
All things are possible with God.
Thank you.
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