Sand Trees Closeup
Photo by Gamaliel Lane Gardner-Masters
Feelings are like sails. Sails that catch the wind of spirit and are driven into strange shapes. Sometimes billowing and taut and clean of form then at other times broken and caught in the shifting gusts of disharmony and the rage of storms. Thoughts do not drive feelings. Thoughts drive the shape of feelings. God is feeling us and we Her all the time. Like two lovers we are always touching each other, and like two lovers we are driven by our separate thoughts as to how we are living this experience --- this touching. Sit with your feelings. Ride the horse of your feelings. Forget about who is controlling who and just enter into them and love yourself even though you are bored, or feeling the mud of a thousand empty days pressing upon you. Just stay like a bowl upturned in the desert waiting for some rain and not wanting to be wet, but dry and just this waiting. Not wanting. Just waiting in the waiting. Just this endless and shifting feeling being all that is good enough for this moment. One day the sand will all fall through your open mouth and the ocean of God's feeling will drown you and raise you and you will have survived yourself. You will have emerged inside Her heart.