Good Morning, God!
Another glorious day in Hawaii. Actually, another Day is a gift that most of us take for granted. Do I hear You say that I take an enormous number of things “for granted?”
I do, it’s true. Perhaps, that is part of the pleasure in going to an unfamiliar place? We “wake up” and pay attention? A camera helps me “pay attention” to the world around me.
Ah, but, God, what a special gift it is to pay attention to the people around us! Aaaah! And to pay attention to myself. Thank You, God! I forget to do that.
I can still hear my father say “Pay attention to me when I talk” by which he meant Look At Me. It was good training. Still, the phrase doesn’t begin to capture all that goes on when we do INVEST and INTERTWINE our attention with another human being.
Monday I shall go and visit my therapist, Mavis. And she will focus her attention on me and that will help me Hear Myself into speaking. What an amazing process it is to BE HEARD INTO SPEAKING. I am realizing, God, that this sort of speaking and hearing is deeply sacred in ways that our current world does not have words for.
Trust is essential for I’m pulling up Parts that I have denied existed — or am ashamed of — or fearful of. I remember my Castle “Vision” — in which Orks and Trolls and Dwarfs would breakout of my Dungeon and invade my castle dining hall. They were all banished or imprisoned parts of myself. All of them wanting and waiting to be cleaned up, invited in and heard. Ah, yes, God I have work to do — or is it “friends” to met?