Moro Rock: the stairs going up
Good Morning, God!
For some reason this photo really caught my eye, yesterday. Perhaps, it is because I have been thinking of the long, hard job the Japanese have to rebuild and recover after the earthquake and tsunami.
Or, it could be, that listening to the book Willful Blindness has been bringing me nose to nose with things I have to change. And even small changes feels like climbing.
Yesterday I heard that drivers who are legally drunk do better than drivers talking on a cell phone. AUWE! I didn’t want to know THAT!
Hmm. Did You just say that I had heard that fact before but “disremembered” it? You’re right! And the author is right in that we (we, as in ALL of us) have LIMITED attention. We simply cannot focus on more than one thing at a time. Not talking on the phone while driving will be a big change for me.
I was telling all this to a dear friend who reminded me that my car COULD be a sacred space — a place where I might hear You with my innermost being — a place of quiet.
Yes. I believe it can be. And that brings me back to the people in Sendai. I received an email passed on from a Teacher of English there. She talked about how the people helped one another — those who found that their water was turned on would put up a sign so others could come and fill their containers. Their doors were left open. And, with no light pollution, the stars were filling the sky.
Dear, God, You long to fill us with Your Spirit, just as Your Stars Fill the Sky!
Story teller,
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