The old song of my spirit has wearied itself out. It has long ago been learned by heart so that now it repeats itself over and over, bringing no added joy to my days or lift to my spirit....I will sing a new song. As difficult as it is, I must learn the new song that is capable of meeting the new need. I must fashion new words born of all the new growth of my life, my mind and my spirit. I must prepare for new melodies that have never been mine before, that all that is within me may lift my voice unto God. -- theologian and mystic Howard Thurman from Fr Richard's Daily Meditation, September 24, 2022
Ah, the workings of my Spirit...when I read the above quote of Howard Thurman, it had my truth seeping out...leaping out...from/to me. And I felt a tish down...leery, apprehensive, fancy words for scared.
My mindset has been changing since then...meaning I have unknowingly been changing within and just now daring to believe. Subject to doubtful wonder every step of the way...apparently.
As I have said, and surely will continue to note, on turning 80. my me became new, different, unknown to me. I may be putting on airs, but I choose to believe that this is what Fr Richard describes as being in a liminal space; i.e., "The edge of things is a liminal space—a holy place or, as the Celts called it, 'a thin place.'"
My liminal space feels like me moving inwardly from one place to another...inside deep to inside deeper, higher.
I can feel a transitioning from my spiritual-reasoning safety zone to My spiritual-reasoning unknown place. To ponder that is to cause anxiety, and there it is... the very How-To of it...how it is that my oft-cursed anxiety is my spiritual guide in masquerade.
By grace and by God, that which we curse can lead us free.
Thank you.
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