And mind and body.

Awakening, wracked by woe, the chores yet await and I set to work. My body moves through the fields and the barn, muscles flex, breathe sussurates.

The body drives the mind, drives the mood.

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Moving is its own form of healing, Lord. Let me remember to move when overcome.

– from the mountain

Consider:

Can I remember to move today, when troubled?

Reading:

“It is movement that unites the body with the spirit.” — George Sheehan

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“Above all, do not lose your desire to walk: every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness.” — Søren Kierkegaard

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“For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring.” — Acts 17:28 (KJV)

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The way is through.

I think about the walk ahead, and gain no ground nor strength.

I set out, and the miles pass by, my body grows strong.

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I cannot think my way to the end of this journey, I must take it.

– from the mountain

Consider:

Can I accept that I must live my way into a new life?

Reading:

“Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.” — William Butler Yeats

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“What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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“But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.” — James 1:22 (KJV)

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Awakenings and awakenings.

Everything is a gift. My life, from nothing, needed no plan to emerge. You, Lord, established my goings.

Clouds and rains hang in the sky, blocking the sun. What perfect days the birds must have! Ever they can rise above the grey.

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Can I see the clouds and their rain as their own gift? The crops need the water, the scorched grasses need the rest.

A way must be made across the fields to find fresh pasture for the flock. What gift is the weather? Grant, Lord, that I may know it.

Awakening after awakening.

– from the mountain

Consider:

Can I truly be awake to all this bounty?

Reading:

“Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day’s chalking.” — Frederick Buechner

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“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.” — Marcus Tullius Cicero

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“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.” — James 1:17 (KJV)

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Fleeting permanence.

I am no more than a mist that appears and vanishes.

A cloud that hovers overhead, then is gone.

A shower that falls, then gives way to a rainbow.

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What feels so permanent is fleeting, Lord. If it be your will, let me craft each moment with devotion and offer it as an offering back to you.

Look! Here comes another gift!

– from the mountain

Consider:

Can I see that this, too, shall pass?

Reading:

“Life is a flash of lightning in the dark of night. It is a brief time of tremendous potential.” — B. Alan Wallace

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“Human life is but a morning guest; it tarrieth for a little, and then is gone.” — Saadi

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“For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” — James 4:14 (KJV)

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