"These are the transitional times when I am not what I was nor am yet what I am becoming. In limbo times, I must live with alert attention to my feelings of vulnerability. I must guard against hasty choices and rushed decisions. In limbo times, I must learn to simply be. Soon enough, life will move me onward. Today I practice the action of loving non-action. I allow my life to alter organically and without unnatural haste. I trust the tempo of my unfolding."
For Lent this year, I decided to give up asking the Big Questions. One would think this would be pretty manageable for forty days, and it might possibly silence the infernal buzz of the jackhammer in my head. Things have quieted down, but "easy"? Not on your life. This is a practice more well suited to a spiritual ninja, than a big Irish weenie like myself. Not asking the Big Questions at this very odd juncture in my life is worse than watching the Starbuck's lady put whole milk in my soy latte and discovering that I'm temporarily mute and can't make her stop. It's worse than finding out that Rachel Maddow has inexplicably fallen for Mitt Romney and they've run off together. It's even worse than finding out dark chocolate whoppers cause varicose veins and a tendency to drool.
Next year, I'm giving up Adam Sandler movies for Lent. And decaf and sardines.
Mary
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