Right now the house feels dangerous. There's a parasitic predator literally in my home, so that's not safe. The yard is my happy place for now - the place where peace can be found. Where the knots in my gut begin to let go and my heart slows to a normal pace.
Father.
Breathing His name constantly right now. I needed to remember His big safe presence.
What a great memory to remember. I lived on the Mississippi as a kid and we would be down on the water or up in the bluffs until Mom rang the dinner bell that hung by the back door. Life was never freer.
I have two morning prayers. The first, I go outside, sometimes in the dark, and I walk and recite the OF slowly. When random thoughts intrude I repeat the line, thinking about what I mean when I say it.
The other form of prayer is playing my uke very quietly. Morning music has always been how I reconnect with the living world.
Beautiful! My greatest compliment as a teacher is when someone tells me they and their child love how childlike I am! God is GOOD! Thank you for sharing this lovely message!
I just read an article about a Japanese researcher who had people spend 2 hrs per day walking in the woods for a week. He did blood tests before, after, a week later and a month later. There was a measurable difference in cortisol levels especially and a variety of other immune boosting improvements that lingered to the 30th day.
He repeated the tests; the results were consistent. He then tested the same people walking around in an urban setting and staying inside their homes. In these non-natural settings, there was no measurable change in cortisol or immune response from the baseline.
They call it forest bathing and claim it prevents cancer amongst other benefits.
Long story short, it seems like God is harder to find in the city.
Right now the house feels dangerous. There's a parasitic predator literally in my home, so that's not safe. The yard is my happy place for now - the place where peace can be found. Where the knots in my gut begin to let go and my heart slows to a normal pace.
Father.
Breathing His name constantly right now. I needed to remember His big safe presence.
What a great memory to remember. I lived on the Mississippi as a kid and we would be down on the water or up in the bluffs until Mom rang the dinner bell that hung by the back door. Life was never freer.
Love you too EKO! Been meaning to tell you how much I loved “Moses”. The last few chapters were so beautifully written I almost cried.
Thank you. Happy Father’s Day to you.
I find that my morning prayer has to be outside. Wherever I am, whichever season. The best version of the prayer is when I am walking.
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I have two morning prayers. The first, I go outside, sometimes in the dark, and I walk and recite the OF slowly. When random thoughts intrude I repeat the line, thinking about what I mean when I say it.
The other form of prayer is playing my uke very quietly. Morning music has always been how I reconnect with the living world.
When the street lights go on!
Thank you for the reminder. I needed that. 🕊
Beautiful! My greatest compliment as a teacher is when someone tells me they and their child love how childlike I am! God is GOOD! Thank you for sharing this lovely message!
I just read an article about a Japanese researcher who had people spend 2 hrs per day walking in the woods for a week. He did blood tests before, after, a week later and a month later. There was a measurable difference in cortisol levels especially and a variety of other immune boosting improvements that lingered to the 30th day.
He repeated the tests; the results were consistent. He then tested the same people walking around in an urban setting and staying inside their homes. In these non-natural settings, there was no measurable change in cortisol or immune response from the baseline.
They call it forest bathing and claim it prevents cancer amongst other benefits.
Long story short, it seems like God is harder to find in the city.
Thank you, as usual.