The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love. Galatians 5:6

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Time Away from Time


It's so easy to fall into a time warp continuum when everything around you reminds you of nothing related to the clock or schedules, but only to the rhythms of the created order and the holy hush that wraps you up in it.

It's all about the light, I think, or the water. Or the light on the water. And being away from everything else for days at a time.

It's all around you but comes inside you somehow, until you are breathing with it. Breathing the wind. Breathing the colours.

There's a timeless patience everywhere. In the rocks. In the way the trees bend their growth with the prevailing push of westerly unseen forces.


It's in the time-doesn't-matter way you wait to be friends with small creatures who can teach you so much if you stop and watch them long enough, coaxing them, patiently. Until they trust you, which feels good in a very simple sort of way.

And it's time to connect with the Timeless One, who for eternity has loved me, as startling as that is, but as clear as it becomes, when you have time.

Time for the Light to shine warm and wonderful on the stilling waters of my soul.

Time for the Pneuma-Wind to breathe fresh into me again. Time to regain some trust in myself, as timid and cowering as I feel.

Time to be sought out and pursued by the Patient One, who waits for me to catch up with Him.

It's not enough, of course. It's never enough time in the place away from time. Three weeks blurs into what feels like a mere few days. And I would never think that it was time to come home again.

Except it is.

2 comments:

Anne said...

It's so good to see your face.

Here for you.

Anne

Juanita said...

Welcome home, friend...
Love, Juanita