CONTEMPLATIVE HITCHHIKING

In my last post I borrowed Ruth Burrows' phrase "coming to grips with" to describe what it's been like working out my writer's call to a solitary vocation. And it is that. And it's also like contemplative hitch-hiking.

Stay with me!

This summer I'm enrolled in a course called The Divine Exchange.  The course is part of a wisdom school connected with the Center for Action and Contemplation in New Mexico. You might say I hitch-hiked (online!) to Albuquerque; as to the details of the trip, I'll leave them between me and my journal.

Except to share the first question we were asked in week one, "How does it feel being in a wisdom school?" Here is my response:

It feels like listening to The Eagles.  I get a peaceful easy feeling - I picture a million stars all around.  And in my head I edit a line from another Eagles song:  "It's a girl, (it's Wisdom!) my Lord, in a flat-bed Ford slowing down to take a look at me."  I guess what I'm saying is being in a Wisdom School means re-membering music, rhythm, verse, slowing down, wonder, awe, love.

Maybe it IS about coming to grips?

Coming to grips with inner hitch-hiking,

With the contemplative life?

With waiting on shoulders of inner highways?

With Lady Poverty.

With letting go,

of the details,

of the journey.

With trusting this vocation won't kill me!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CV_dLvZmRY

Cb
Amen



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