Lately, I’ve had the sense I’m upside down. No one has told me this, I just have the sense I am. Shall I be so forever? Will this existence here be my existence forever? Shall this home be my only home? I think not. I can conceive of so much more, for I keep changing. I was once so very much smaller. It is possible I will only grow bigger but I can conceive of growing beyond. For, as I grow bigger, I am learning there is someone else. Someone who speaks to me. I can hear you. I hear your words say love. I feel your words reach in to hold me. So too within your voice there is a timbre; soft and caressing. Like your words, your voice itself reaches in to hold me, to touch me. I feel your touch in so many ways. I feel your hand reaching over me to feel me. I feel myself move toward you, toward your caress. I feel your stomach, sometimes churning. I feel your blood, within me flowing. I feel your heart, with mine, rhythmically pounding. I feel your womb, always ebbing and flowing. I feel your wonder, “What is to become of us,” you whisper. “Where shall we make our home?” you ask. Shall we not always make our home together. You have been my home and so I shall be yours. This home you have given me, the home I will give you, we will share with others.
Prayer: Spirit, in you we create home, an open womb for each other.
Question: What do I feel growing inside of me and needing to be brought to life?
December 01, 2019 Matthew 24:37-44 First Sunday of Advent