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It's so confusing to have so many little voices screaming for my attention. The artistic me. The organized, responsible me. The impulsive, passionate me. The servant, the schemer, the devout, the rebellious, the theologian, the dog trainer, the musician, the poet. This is my attempt to listen to her. And set her free.
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Spirituality books have comprised a large percentage of my reading of late. Don't get me wrong, I've spent time in fantasy with Temple of the Winds, social commentary with What our Mother's Didn't Tell Us, and even travel with Ireland: an Island Revealed. But I have many more titles like In the Name of Jesus, God's Original Intent for the Church, Awakening to Prayer, and The Ignatian Workout in the stack. Recently Spiritual Formation has held increasing sway in my literary pursuits. There's something feels so right about spending the best of myself pursuing God.
So I know I tend to be a bit of a workaholic. I can't help it. Nature vs. nurture? I have them both. I love to get on board with a great goal and work until I accomplish it. I do it all the time. The last couple of weeks it's been the MySAU 2.0 rollout. Nevermind I'm a month behind on other duties, this is the one on which I'll ride. Long days, after-hours in the office, even more after-hours on email (although the night I was working at 1:30 I just couldn't fall asleep and needed something to occupy my brain). Up until the last minute I worked. 4:55 for a 5:00 rollout. But I did my part. Because of extraordinary efforts on behalf of my teammates, 2.0 is live. I left work at 6...and by 8 the sore throat began. By 10, swallowing was...well, you've all been there. Today I've spent the whole day between the couch and the bed. (No, that's NOT my idea of a good time!!) Mostly I've been lying awake thinking. Too tired to move. Not tired enough to sleep. I tried to blame Doug for coming to work sick and passing it along to me. But that just didn't last. If I'd taken it a bit easier, my immune system could have handled it. But my drive kept me going past 5:30, past dinner, and into the quiet hours. I know better than to push myself. I know I have fibromyalgia. I know I can't get away with 5 hours of sleep. But there I was this week. Pushing, pushing, pushing. And what was my reward? A live portal and a dead body.
Nathan made me a paper rose for Valentine's Day. I had the most lovely handmade card with original poetry, a meal I'd never had before, and Olive Garden's Chocolate Tie Cheesecake for dessert. (For the coffee snobs of my blog-readers, skip their cappucino. It's brewed Folgers in lukewarm milk.) I can't publish on the internet the other great parts of this Valentine's Day. I must be the most blessed woman in the world.
Twitching, fretting, and nervous from work, I could not enter Sabbath. Could not rest. I planned to pass the evening at Nomad double- and triple-dipping in the delicious written word. I planned to let my spirit simmer in the warmth of close conversation. But as I walked through the door, only my worries and unfinished business held sway. The books played only at the edges of my vision, my cares took center stage. Only by narrowing my focus to that which I could see through my camera's viewfinder did my life's inconsistencies lose their foothold. By seeking to capture this present instant in a tiny frame, I finally let go of the past and the future's distracting complexity.
My T'ai Chi practice has done me some good and some ill in my Karate learning. For instance, I understand how to move my Chi (life force in Chinese) in T'ai Chi. But moving your Ki (life force in Japanese) is nothing like it. I've been trying to apply my T'ai Chi principles in this way. There are times in Karate when you put your whole Ki into a punch or a kick; when you do, you yell "Kiai!" Tonight Sensei Bice was explaining how to use Ki in the punching techniques, and I was able to connect the two disciplines for the first time. Punching and kicking just took on a whole new level. Bring it on.
The snow falls...flitting in swirls.
The minutes tick by...silent...stealthy.