Tag: mental-health
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My Judas
A troubled man once wrote: “To be or not to be – that is the question.” Ever since his quill hit the linenthose words have wafted through the air – portrayed on raised stages whispered by the lost cried through tears of despair.And once they were mine as well. Today I pray a request to…
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Whose Are We?
Isn’t it all just a tad exhausting? The information at our fingertips—is it real or reliable or robotic? What is the point of knowing more if what we know now leaves us wanting? How many degrees does it take how many facts must we know how often must the other tell us we are right…
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The Sloth in the Darkness
What’s most terrifying haunting unbearable considering the darkest seasons of life? The loneliness desperation injustice evil? The absent ones arrogance viciousness of others? Or, when I go there now with eyes wide open is it the me that I see – she who embraced the madness relied on the lies remained chained in the dungeon…
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Apatheia
Oh, my dear one,how long will you go on paying*in self-pitybitternessand condemnation? Don’t you know thatdetachment fromthe ways of this world is debt-free?*With thanks to the wisdom of the desert fathers (see Thomas Merton’s The Wisdom of the Desert: Sayings from the Desert Fathers of the Fourth Century, p. 39)
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As I Awaken, I Pray
Oh Lord, my God the one who saved me from my self,slay also now the subtle ones that reign within—fear masked as prudencejudgment masked as righteousnessself-doubt masked as humility.These foes know me far too intimately.They lay in wait on the path You have laid before mewith lies buried as deepasthe roots of a sturdy oak…
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Grace-filled Preparation
The hardest Truths I find when I seek the Lord – those with the jagged edgesthat pierce my wrists and my side – those are the Truth that is me.Me,spinning aboutinjustificationpityrighteousnessand pride.Oh! What a wretched one am I in the light of His Love! Yet,the light continues to shine,full of Grace,offering words to saygiven through…
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A Sacred Duty
I don’t know.…the first admission uttereduntanglingyearsandyearsof pretendinghas led to I need not be right.…anda sigh so deeply feltredeeming all the swirling transgressions of this life. Ah, the sweet release of hands opening eyes softening a tongue silencing…
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The Meadow
There is a lovely placein the eternal depth of my soul where the sun always shines – its warmth leveled to my liking and its light shining on the Truth. In this place lies a space of soft grasses cooled by the Breath of low and gentle breezes.There, I see You sitting smiling and sensing…
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Prayer of My Heart*
The drama has faded into the faith that has brought me here. The chains, and the blisters they caused, have disappearedinto the reality of where You live. I need nothing else to sustain my spirit, for I know the love Your heart will give.*With thanks to Ted Nottingham for Chapter 8 in his remarkable work,…
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This Morning’s Essential Rambling
Was I always meant to live here in peace—in this state of knowing that I can never know? And that single Truth has been the reason for my lack of peace—because my intense need or want or obsession to know more and more and more until no one else on all the earth could ever…