Festered anger and frozen rage cremate a soul long before the body separates from life and faster than an oven returns dust to ashes. Unfelt happiness and fettered freedom of spirit stifles the heart and clogs airways in a way that make LDL feel so at home that statins appear as a great attraction. Of course this is also inviting the fatal attraction of untimely and premature death and ageing at wits end of zest for living. The bodymindspirit become a conglomerate of blob unrecognizable to Life. As if that was not enough squeal on earth; guess who knocks to come in for a party? The antiageing life support squad
Sometimes this is so scary the soul decides to head back home instead, rest in peace for a while and then resurrects at a more safe and practical point. Though this is an exciting adventure, resurrection of a soul is not easy as the resurrection of Jesus. It feels more the agony and death of Jesus and this can entice the mind to abort the soul rebirth and resurrection. The pain involved in discerning the good of the agony of cure makes acceptance of growth and maturity of mindbodyspirit a futile effort even though not closing the door is the wisest choice Life could offer without the dying before living annihilation
It is almost easier to close the door not knowing what good could possible come out of life situation that seem too big for the mind and too weary for the soul and yet there always seem to be an answered prayer at the end of each circumstance that could only have been answered in the way life presented its remedy- going with life's flow and enduring the grind. Of course this is not the quick fix I expected nor the results I had in mind because somehow the harvest is always making me promise to not crumble when I stumble.
Sometimes this is so scary the soul decides to head back home instead, rest in peace for a while and then resurrects at a more safe and practical point. Though this is an exciting adventure, resurrection of a soul is not easy as the resurrection of Jesus. It feels more the agony and death of Jesus and this can entice the mind to abort the soul rebirth and resurrection. The pain involved in discerning the good of the agony of cure makes acceptance of growth and maturity of mindbodyspirit a futile effort even though not closing the door is the wisest choice Life could offer without the dying before living annihilation
It is almost easier to close the door not knowing what good could possible come out of life situation that seem too big for the mind and too weary for the soul and yet there always seem to be an answered prayer at the end of each circumstance that could only have been answered in the way life presented its remedy- going with life's flow and enduring the grind. Of course this is not the quick fix I expected nor the results I had in mind because somehow the harvest is always making me promise to not crumble when I stumble.
In hindsight I realize why my soul went yuck at the very idea when I presented the mask of medicine as a possible prospect of a handy helper! I continue to uncover the underlying causes of all the symptoms that escorted me to deal with my restless cantankerous arguments with Life and rebuild my temple. I wonder what Jesus did that it only took him three days! That’s a call for more contemplativeness.
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