I’ve been reflecting on winter lately: the way that I approach it (kind of macho – kind of like saying to God, bring it on buddy – I’ll freeze to death before I put on a warm jacket) and what that says about my willingness to both accept and reflect God’s love here in the world of form.
It’s a question of resistance really: toughing it out when I could melt into something gentler and more kind. Resistance is one of those subjects that bears looking at again and again. Often, I think that I’m past it, only to see it come roaring back in some other form. Winter now, teaching tomorrow, and family history next.
The truth is, we are only learning one lesson: we are not separated from God. What God is in truth is what we are in truth. There is no space between us. And it takes no time to see this.
Of course that is not our experience. And that’s okay. The only problem with taking time is that it takes time. It’s like being thirsty and walking past water fountain after water fountain after water fountain.
At some point we have to stop and quench our thirst. God asks nothing more than that: and offers every opportunity to do it.