Post by Susan Peabody on Apr 14, 2016 14:22:39 GMT
I was sitting in church on Easter Sunday and I felt the urge to write. I keep a pad of paper in my purse so I took it out and started writing. My partner asked me what I was doing. "Writing," I replied. When it flows it flows.
Anne Lamott wrote a book about writing. She said she was ten years old and trying to write a term paper about birds. She was unable to think of anything. Her father walked by, put his hand on her shoulder, and said, "Just do it bird by bird."
Another metaphor . . . each word, sentence, paragraph, page, and chapter is but another piece of the puzzle. You must wait for me to finish. Then you will see the picture.
Another metaphor . . . each word, sentence, paragraph, page, and chapter is but a thread lying at the side of another. Only from a distance can you see the picture.
Writing is a lesson in patience . . .
Someday these reflections will become a book, but in the meantime they are all just pieces of the puzzle.
Here is a transcription of what I wrote on Easter Sunday.
Since my spiritual awakening in 1983, I have seen myself as a wounded healer. But now I am entering into a new era of my life. I am, put simply, a story teller.
In 1983 I had a spiritual experience in AA and I crossed over an invisible threshold from agnostic to believer. But it was not until the Easter season of 2016 that I realized it was just a foretaste of what was to come. That 3 minutes of bliss in 1983 became a opening to a new level of consciousness that has lasted days and now weeks. As I write this, I struggle for words to describe it. You know a tree by its fruit, so just let me say I am in a stat of bliss and my personality has changed. I am at peace. Everything is perfect. There is a clarity I have never known. I am in control of my vices. I could go on and on, but it is deeply personal. I am reborn again. I need but follow the path laid out before me. My reward for this obedience is the " . . . peace of God that passes all understanding." I also feel the strength to endure all pain and embrace the cross chosen for me, as well as the loss of all my material goods for the glory of god.
Easter Sunday 2016
Anne Lamott wrote a book about writing. She said she was ten years old and trying to write a term paper about birds. She was unable to think of anything. Her father walked by, put his hand on her shoulder, and said, "Just do it bird by bird."
Another metaphor . . . each word, sentence, paragraph, page, and chapter is but another piece of the puzzle. You must wait for me to finish. Then you will see the picture.
Another metaphor . . . each word, sentence, paragraph, page, and chapter is but a thread lying at the side of another. Only from a distance can you see the picture.
Writing is a lesson in patience . . .
Someday these reflections will become a book, but in the meantime they are all just pieces of the puzzle.
Here is a transcription of what I wrote on Easter Sunday.
Since my spiritual awakening in 1983, I have seen myself as a wounded healer. But now I am entering into a new era of my life. I am, put simply, a story teller.
In 1983 I had a spiritual experience in AA and I crossed over an invisible threshold from agnostic to believer. But it was not until the Easter season of 2016 that I realized it was just a foretaste of what was to come. That 3 minutes of bliss in 1983 became a opening to a new level of consciousness that has lasted days and now weeks. As I write this, I struggle for words to describe it. You know a tree by its fruit, so just let me say I am in a stat of bliss and my personality has changed. I am at peace. Everything is perfect. There is a clarity I have never known. I am in control of my vices. I could go on and on, but it is deeply personal. I am reborn again. I need but follow the path laid out before me. My reward for this obedience is the " . . . peace of God that passes all understanding." I also feel the strength to endure all pain and embrace the cross chosen for me, as well as the loss of all my material goods for the glory of god.
Easter Sunday 2016