Mush for Brains?

When I started this blog, it was more or less a kind of journal and a form of prayer. I had not really given the address to anyone but I was aware it was public. I liked the idea of putting my thoughts and ideas “out there” where it could be seen instead of trapped in a closed book where I may occasionally go to flip a few pages. Not that I imagined something would come of these posts but why not put them out there. What good is it for a seed to be sealed in a jar in the back left of my dresser drawer? Writing here seemed to present that seed to the light of day and possibly bring it to some fertile soil. Why not make it an offering? In the process of writing, I at times scribble random thoughts and words, but the thought of having to try to express myself with some degree of articulation would push me to ponder and meditate a bit more than I probably would have otherwise. Hopefully this puts me closer to understanding. Maybe the offering comes back to me as more than it was when I offered it.

I invited Counting_Blessings to be a part of this blog and I write about our lives. She is an amazing vehicle of grace that could not be excluded from oneofthreeandcounting. Same would have to be said for lil’daddy. Tonight, I look at the big animated smiley faces of the previous post and wonder where this is all going? By the lack of “spiritual” posts (at least on my part) it may seem that my mind hasn’t been in the right place but the truth is that it has been buzzing all over.

I’ve recently read a book called “The Holy Longing” by Ronald Rolheiser which I really identified with. I wouldn’t consider it a hard read. In fact I felt myself sometimes able to finish the sentences before I read them. (of course Rolheiser finished them a tad more eloquently than I did!) But within the text of this “easy read” was a lot to think about. Add in bits of weekly scripture readings and homilies, pepper with grace and glimpses of revelation from the oneofthreeandcounting domestic church and give a two year old the spoon to swirl it around with! It’s all a little overwhelming; at least for me. Lord help me to focus; to see, hear, feel… you…, out of this whirlwind I find myself in. You’ve got my attention.

Maybe a light tap on the shoulder and a head nod... ...how ever is your way? On your time, Help me to be ready to listen. Amen