So many hurried urges to keep busy and prove my usefulness! I love this metaphor. Thank you for sharing your observations and thoughts on this idea of hidden waiting.
Gosh, this is so good. I wrote a poem the other day, while lying in a hammock under the thrumming song of cicadas.
Wrestling with the tension between rest and emergence, and this adds a new layer — that beautiful timing no one can explain and yet all creation waits for. His timing.
So many hurried urges to keep busy and prove my usefulness! I love this metaphor. Thank you for sharing your observations and thoughts on this idea of hidden waiting.
Who knew the cicadas would bring such richness with them!
Funny. Was just reading about cicadas today in the Phaedrus. I guess Socrates though they housed the reincarnated souls of music lovers!
That's wild! Cicadas are such a mystery.
This is wonderful essay. Thank you! You put your finger on an issue that I completely resonate with.
I specifically like your interpretation of how we transform the “great things” idea into a merit-based righteousness. So good.
It's so real, and it feels great to be seeing it a bit more clearly now. Thanks for your encouragement!
Gosh, this is so good. I wrote a poem the other day, while lying in a hammock under the thrumming song of cicadas.
Wrestling with the tension between rest and emergence, and this adds a new layer — that beautiful timing no one can explain and yet all creation waits for. His timing.
I’m not usually one to drop links in the comments, but thought I’d link to that note in case you might like to read the poem: https://substack.com/@kristineneeley/note/c-56205974?utm_source=notes-share-action&r=9ionx
Thank you for sharing, Kristine.
I LOVE this! It’s kind of like your equivalent of ‘consider the birds…’
YES!!