Sacred Tasks

Dear miss tick,

A follow-up to what we talked about….

This morning I woke and got ready for the day.  A thought drifted in about Sacred Tasks.   

It probably would do us all good to be reminded that life is a sacred task….all of it.

But in your particular case, an opportunity to do something over is an especially sacred task.  We all make mistakes that are deeply and  grievously painful.  The pain and shame can linger for years.  The regret is unrelenting.  

But eventually the Universe arranges a situation that gives us the chance to do things differently….a ‘do-over’.   We almost always wait long and painful years before it comes to us.   We have to rise to the challenge when it comes…and it usually sneaks up on us unawares.  That alone should tell us something…

We then are forced to lug out the big trunk into which we stuffed that painful, tangled, unsolvable set of experiences, open it up in the light of today, and examine the contents closely and from all angles.  Painstakingly we excavate and dissect the contents, suffering the mold and dust, the decomposition, at times like these, of our loveliest dreams and of our loveliest selves.  

Some unlovely things come to light as well. 

So we give everything a strong shake and a thorough airing and we formulate a plan made up of the things we wish we could have done better the first time.  A road map of sorts.  

We know from hard experience that the road is treacherous here...

in ways we were both unwilling to see the first time and too inexperienced to take seriously. 

In a sort of cosmic chess game, we see the complexity of our former experiences.  

It is, in hindsight, not the game of checkers that we imagined it to be.  

Small moves have now sprouted consequences of considerable reach.  

The game became deadly in the end and we experienced blood…our own and others.  

We lay wounded a long time… 

The Dream to which we were giving birth dies and, of course, a part of us dies with it.    

But in true resurrection style (which we professed to believe in, but didn’t really)

we find the Dream is not dead after all.    

It is made alive after several days in the crypt (and in hell).

So you begin to unwind what was bound up and you step out of the former existence and get on with what you really came here to do, but this time, with a mysterious new power that will never see death again.  

So…no more sleeping….your stone is being rolled away and you will soon prove that you are alive and very well after all.   They only thought they killed you…;-)

“Jesus trusted no man, for He knew all men…”     Meg  oh my gosh!

Later, Dearie