Sowing, Weeping, and Thin Places
You know how I love “ tent stakes ”. Well, officially, we all need one about now. Something that has roots, something that is sure, something that is predictable. In the upheaval I feel a survival instinct to ground my approach to the COVID-19 crisis. I felt a little nest arrive to harbor in when I read Psalm 126 This verse is where I want to hang my hat because it holds both poles...the sorrow that we can’t rush past...and the opportunity to sow seeds into our life and soul development. Holding both sorrow and gratitude in equal measure is how we expand our soul container. Imagine you have loss and grief in one palm, and gratitude in the other. If we hold grief heavier than hope, like “opposite attracts magnets”, the magnets slam together and our hearts close off, get quiet, and fade. On the other hand, if we hold in one palm grief and loss and in the other palm gratitude - this time in equal measure...in the way one same placing two like magnetic poles n