I especially love this one today. I believe it’s a key to creating heaven on earth. I do wobble a bit on the word sacrifice. Though I remind myself that there’s “good” sacrifice and “bad” sacrifice. If I stay in tune to Spirit within, I will be able to discern which serves Love 🙏❤️🥶
This one touches me deeply. I have had the idea of being "in service" for a few years. Your idea connects this with the divine flow of creation. This is a big deal.
Hm.
I sit with these meditations and feel hope arise. We're talking about access to God. I want to root for love to prevail, and that's what you are saying.
Yes! Thanks again Marianne, for your beautiful, profound words. I have been deeply pondering the inadequacies of hope and 'working for change' in a world gone mad. Hope increasingly feels depressingly pointless and futile. It's too contingent. If I undertake an action because I have hope, yet the chances of success look virtually zero, it is hard to go on. Hope and guilt feel toxic and counterproductive.
Love is a restorative healing motivation. Something you often sing the praises of.
I am re-reading the novel, 'Overstory'. It helps me feel more sane, as do your posts. The over-culture is being revealed each day as increasingly mad. The Emperor is stark naked before us, yet we keep living as if we don't care or even when we do care deeply, we continue as before, making only incremental changes. Nothing too inconvenient, as we pass tipping point after tipping point. The cognitive dissonance grows to a fever pitch that is deafeningly silent. Well- meaning projects which once gave me joy, now seem pointless. Ridiculous even.
For me, the only way to survive emotionally, is to turn to the realm of spirit. I feel better when I swap hope for something stronger and more resilient: service of the Earth. I can’t change the future for my beloved children of 18 and 21. But I can hopefully learn to listen to divine guidance, without becoming a denial nut-case or a spiritual by-passer.
So now rather than teaching ‘storytelling for changemaking’, predicated on the hope that significant change can be effected at half past midnight. Rather, I can tell tales and teach as a form of service, letting go of the outcomes. Listening to the story winds. Trusting that that is enough.
When I'm serving at the food bank, and I look at the faces of the other volunteers and those we help with food insecurity, I know we are looking at the face of God. What a blessing. Thank you Marianne
I especially love this one today. I believe it’s a key to creating heaven on earth. I do wobble a bit on the word sacrifice. Though I remind myself that there’s “good” sacrifice and “bad” sacrifice. If I stay in tune to Spirit within, I will be able to discern which serves Love 🙏❤️🥶
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This one touches me deeply. I have had the idea of being "in service" for a few years. Your idea connects this with the divine flow of creation. This is a big deal.
Hm.
I sit with these meditations and feel hope arise. We're talking about access to God. I want to root for love to prevail, and that's what you are saying.
May we encourage one another on our paths.
A rhythm of embracing, caring and loving our planet and each other...amen
Yes! Thanks again Marianne, for your beautiful, profound words. I have been deeply pondering the inadequacies of hope and 'working for change' in a world gone mad. Hope increasingly feels depressingly pointless and futile. It's too contingent. If I undertake an action because I have hope, yet the chances of success look virtually zero, it is hard to go on. Hope and guilt feel toxic and counterproductive.
Love is a restorative healing motivation. Something you often sing the praises of.
I am re-reading the novel, 'Overstory'. It helps me feel more sane, as do your posts. The over-culture is being revealed each day as increasingly mad. The Emperor is stark naked before us, yet we keep living as if we don't care or even when we do care deeply, we continue as before, making only incremental changes. Nothing too inconvenient, as we pass tipping point after tipping point. The cognitive dissonance grows to a fever pitch that is deafeningly silent. Well- meaning projects which once gave me joy, now seem pointless. Ridiculous even.
For me, the only way to survive emotionally, is to turn to the realm of spirit. I feel better when I swap hope for something stronger and more resilient: service of the Earth. I can’t change the future for my beloved children of 18 and 21. But I can hopefully learn to listen to divine guidance, without becoming a denial nut-case or a spiritual by-passer.
So now rather than teaching ‘storytelling for changemaking’, predicated on the hope that significant change can be effected at half past midnight. Rather, I can tell tales and teach as a form of service, letting go of the outcomes. Listening to the story winds. Trusting that that is enough.
When I'm serving at the food bank, and I look at the faces of the other volunteers and those we help with food insecurity, I know we are looking at the face of God. What a blessing. Thank you Marianne
Thank you.
Wow
Thank you!🙏
Thank you for sharing your beautiful meditations with us!
Beautiful. Thank you.
Oh how I love this reminder! Thank you!
Amen!
oh so beautiful thank you