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Emancipation

Emancipation © twyatt2018

Emancipation © twyatt2018

I felt the stone in my heart melt like hot mercurial goo, a molten lava creating new continents of understanding; the beginnings of a new world where I was no longer a freakishly bulbous figure of too much.

I sensed a fresh scent in the air from a fresher shore of truth, shaped from the essence of all of God’s creation. I could see and be seen as knitted into this perfect weave of beauty; a part of, a coaptation of God’s magnificence and love.

I dared to step further and sink into this new earthly perspective where everything I had deemed as the imperfect physical me began to settle perfectly as is. Then, as I emerged wearing the same sixty-three-year-old coat, with deep pockets still stuffed by all of the worn-out stories that I was told about me, and that I have told and held onto about me, I notice a new lightness.

I am no longer weighted down like a round, red and white bobber by my size or shape or stories. I see and recognize that what felt before like walls and counter-weights has served me well, if not conveniently or elegantly. And, the physical attributes that I had wished all of my life to be changed? They now appear as a loving tether; a natural and useful link in humility, and lift of a kite.

I take yet a deeper breath; a more focused look, and I notice.

Acceptance seems to have settled-in beside me. She recognizes and welcomes the bundle of me as I have been, and as I am now.

Grace points me to a lifetime of experiences uniquely my own and perfectly fit between the grooves of hardship and learning. Failure and growth. Shame too, but then comes wisdom from within, the sacred and most convenient place I always look last.

I looked again. I felt again, this new idea of all is well. And a word rises from that broken stone; travels from this freshly cracked open heart, through a constricted-by-tears throat, and emerges with a gasp to open air.

Emancipation.

Note: I cannot attest to being able to hold onto this feeling of such sweet and full emancipation much after it’s first appearance. But, I am grateful for the brief reveal and taste of a new freedom. And pray it, if only but for a moment, comes for others too; by God’s love and in perfect ways and timing. It really is all about Love.

A Little Love For A Soul

It seems silly really,
this idea of expressing the essence of a soul
in a collection of paints and glass, paper and board.
Still,
I tried.

And invited St. Thérèse de Lisieux to help me;
guide me in my clumsy, yet impassioned attempt
to create an icon for the love of her.

I see all of the limits of my artistry.
I cozy up with the usual harsh judgement against my talents
while hoping to not let the good be lost in pursuit of the perfect.

Then,
for one fleeting moment,
in an instant of senses from the deep seat of my soul,
I recognize co-creation.

I experience the companion.

I feel the love of a soul just one luminous veil beyond
touch, or reason, or sight, or sound.

It is a small, unsuspecting thing;
this delicate little flower from a garden of wild things and tame dreams;
sprung from seeds that I do not know that I know.

It is a little love for a soul.

Let us humbly range ourselves among the imperfect;
let us estimate ourselves as little souls whom the good God must sustain every instant.-Thérèse de Lisieux

The Way of Understanding Nothing

Bird in a Wire Thumbnail © twyatt 2015Imagine where we would be.

What histories of hopeless reliance
upon only those things seen
with our own eyes,
and in our own time,
if it were not for our imaginations
and the visions,
of those before
and with us now.

Bird in a Wire Thumbnail bird's eye © twyatt 2015Be in your soul.
Surrounded by the light of Christ
and loving power of the Holy Spirit.

Pay Attention.
Pay attention to your soul
with the currency of consciousness.

Bird in a Wire Thumbnail bird © twyatt 2015Then drop the reins.
Allow yourself to be led into the meadows,
the city,
at work,
play,
stillness
and community.

And return again to your evening.
In prayers and thankfulness,
celebrate a day of unexpected struggles and gifts,
sprung from One Constant
of Higher Purpose.

Bird in a Wire © twyatt 2015And rest.
In understanding nothing,
everything is possible.