In Passing . . .

It was cold this morning. The ground was covered with coils of snow that blew and settled around my feet as I walked. I spent some time studying the chickens, whose beds of fall leaves are gray and frozen, and the waning moon, which was little more than a smear of light behind fast-moving clouds. When the air is clear you can hear the trains two towns over: the low rumble as they follow the river north and west towards Albany, the throaty moan of their whistles. You could think you were alone in those hours: you could think the world belonged to you. Near the brook, humming and gurgling below skeins of ice, I remembered to pray. I leaned against pine trees I have known for forty years and sang the old familiar hymn in my cracked and broken voice. I cried a little – first in sadness, then with the sort of embarrassed joy that is increasingly my companion these days. How near you were! Like the geese still angling south, like the bear turning over in his den. I came back the long way, smiling, happy against long odds, and grateful for nothing so much as the clear light of another morning.


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  • Anil November 24, 2013, 6:01 pm

    Thanks for making your newsletter archive available on the site, Sean.
    I am rarely on email, so having this alternative way to keep in touch with your thinking is much appreciated.

    In particular, as I read one of your older letters from September, it became clear to me, how much I just want things to go my way, and really all my “dedication” or “devotion” to the Course is just a lot of hot air.

    I just want to rule my world, the way I want, down to every last detail. Dressing it up in spiritual talk doesn’t change anything.

    While this doesn’t feel like a happy discovery, all the more painful, because it means my wife is right (:, I guess better for me to see it now, rather than later !

    Thank you for taking the time to write things out. It is helpful to me to see just how prominent the ego is in my thoughts.

    Take care, and may you stay warm this winter.

    • Sean Reagan November 25, 2013, 2:12 pm

      You’re welcome, Anil. I am always mindful of those lines from the course (I am paraphrasing) telling us that what we call our greatest victories have been defeats and what we call our defeats have been great victories. The insight that we are actively working against our salvation sucks on the one hand but to be able to see it, stay with it, and not be deterred is nothing but graceful. It reflects devotion at the deepest levels. Take heart!


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