Good morning to all. Sitting here in our messy dust-covered little house in the woods. The hardwood floor sanding and finishing is complete, but we need to wait several more hours before moving the stove and kitchen table and rolltop desk back onto the lovely satiny floor.
Dusting is #1 priority. The windows are covered with a fine sheen of dust. Everything is. Reggie, my blogging friend from South Africa, commiserated. She commented about their experience re-sanding and finishing their floors a few years ago: It was chaotic and disruptive of every single aspect of our daily life. BUT it only lasted a short time, and we loved the result.
Some of you may know that my daughter met Reggie and her husband in New York City when they visited the United States several years ago. Reggie brought her sweet gifts from Capetown. Gifts she still treasures. (This is what can happen when you have blogging friends.)
Yesterday I wrote about feeling empty. Nothin’ to say. No spiritual stories to share. Nothin’ to report. It felt like being an empty barrel.
At 8:30 a.m. Barry decided to sell our old fuel barrel. My dad predicted–before Y2K–that the world might go to hell in a handbasket and we all needed fuel barrels filled with extra gas to save us. We kinda didn’t believe it, but decided we might want a fuel barrel anyway. It sounded like a good investment.
We filled it up with fuel…and really never used it since. Yesterday morning we snapped a photo and advertised it on Facebook Marketplace. Within one minute a fella from Pelkie wrote back. He’d be here in 40 minutes.
The empty barrel is gone.
It’s so interesting. As the wise spiritual ones say: Form is emptiness and emptiness is form. Here is an article I just stumbled across called The Fullness of Emptiness by Thich Nhat Hanh.
When the Holy talks spirituality it’s often in the form of paradox. Everything keeps wrapping itself around to Oneness. It can drive a person crazy–all this paradox. Or you can learn to love it, the way the Heart keeps embracing more and more.
A LOT is happening deep inside me on a spiritual level. But none of this can be talked about. It’s silent, private, sometimes challenging and very healing. I can’t tell stories that even touch the edges of this until it’s digested, until it’s felt and understood in the bones and cells and liver and big toes.
How’s your weekend going? Any spiritual insights you can talk about? Is your house a mess or are you cleaning and decluttering? Do you like paradox or shake your head?
Day 43 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.