Swallowed up by life

“Swallowed up by life”  While doing my morning reading and meditation this phrase spoke to me.  I sat with it in my heart as I enjoyed the silence and watched the sunrise.  Why it spoke to me I don’t know, I just know that my heart felt full as I let it settle into my being.  I weep as I sit here typing this, feeling the fullness of my desire to be absorbed, taken in by life.  The remainder of the reading said “Now He(She) who has prepared us for this very purpose is God who gave us the Spirit as a guarantee”.  “This very purpose”; to be enveloped, swallowed by life is our very purpose, it is what we are here for.  God(Life) prepares us for this purpose and gives a guarantee with the Spirit.  To me the Spirit is this sense of Presence that I have in these moments of grace.  These moments when I weep at the joy of knowing that I am a part of the whole of life, that I am being swallowed up by life.  I don’t really have the words for this.  That I am one with the colors of the sunrise, one with the mysterious mountains in the distant mist, one with the flowing sea that is singing to me as the tide comes in, one with the sea otter popping his head up as he travels to who knows where, one with my dear friend who calls with a question, one with the morning song birds.  There is so much beauty in each moment if only I can allow myself to be there, to let myself be enfolded completely by all of life around me.

For Presence
Awaken to the mystery of being here and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
Respond to the call of your gift and the courage to follow its path.
Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame.
May anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul.
Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.

– John O’Donohue


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