Risking Evolving Perspectives

7 05 2016

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Sometimes I forget.

I become very comfortable with my life perspective and my daily living – routines; nuances of habit; and the galvanizing of my view of the world, of myself, of you.
I feel safe and secure. I am content (or is it I am too fearful?) and would rather not move. “You come to me. I’m good where I am.”

I imagine I am not the only one who forgets.

Yes, what bliss it is to live in the realm of limited consciousness – defending defined borders along unknown lands; staving off responsibility that protects us from the depth of who we are.

Here, we live in complacent simplicity –
separating and dividing;
categorizing and generalizing;
delineating between “us and them”;
coveting absolutes not ambiguity;
allowing the container of who we are to become the content – no more, no less.

Fear, in this storyline, is the primary plot device.

The ego is driven to manufacture a god for our own comfort – holding tight to the wardrobe keys so Narnia will remain undiscovered . . . seeking self-preservation.

We work so hard. We deceive ourselves.

But maybe . . . maybe living fully is not viewing life always from my own ground. Maybe it is about moving – that first step away from “home” is always the hardest.

There is always an invitation to explore the Limitless: in the truth that all of who we are, light and shadow, is loved already – no strings attached; in faith that we can risk journeying into the unknown and the doubt of uncertainty; in trust that we can embrace blurred boundaries; in hope of discovering the depth of who we are created to be; and

in the joy of living into the bliss of new dawning horizons, awakening us to a new way of being in the world; to a new way of being with others.

Risking the comfort of my own perspective is scary – even opening a paper-thin crack in the door. But what is the cost of staying where I am?

May you know that you are not alone.

May you be given grace enough to lean into the One who is the genesis of our seeing.

May you be granted courage to take that first step into new horizons.

And may you dwell in the bliss found in the community of evolving perspectives.

 

Tallulah Gorge Bridge

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Skimming Along the Surface

27 02 2015

foggy morning

Skimming along the surface of who I am;

tension balanced on that thin line between above and below…

So much energy exerted on my need to control –

trying not to sink beneath;

trying to keep my head above – just to breathe;

trying not to be wounded further;

trying to siphon off “your” approval to satisfy my needy ego –

needing “your” validation for my worthiness,

my gaze focused on earning “your” blessing;

trying to convince you of my competency;

trying not to drop my mask while shaking your hand;

trying to conform to the image I perceive you expect of me;

trying to secure my ration of love from you

or any one passing by;

trying to control you so that I may live in the illusion that I am in control…

Still not enough.

Still not good enough,

needing more – always…

Wasted energy?

From the perspective of my pre-occupied ego I would speak, “no.”

So what lurks in the depths that scares me so?

That keeps me skimming along the surface of who I am?

What discovery am I so fearful of?

That I am a vapor?

That, “I’m not lovable”, is a truth?

That I do not love myself?

What if I took a deep breath?

 Filled my lungs with the air then plunged into the depths –

exploring the world that scares me so?

 What if I risked opening my eyes?

maybe it is in the depths where I will see most clearly;

see myself most clearly…

 What if I come to know an undiscovered freedom in breathing beneath?

What if I allowed myself to sink beneath the surface

into the space where the True-self dwells –

created in Love by Love…

I skim along the surface of who I am, asking “do I risk it?”

The Kingdom is close…

Smoky Mountain Reflection





Hidden Rooms…

3 09 2013

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What is it we hide in the secret rooms of our soul?

And What would happen

– not listening to the beckoning of fear –

if we disclosed what is closed?

Forgiveness?

Judgment?

Creativity unleased?

Failure?

Freedom?

Fear?

That we are truly loved?

 

What are we willing to risk?

How do we want to live?

What is our spirit’s longing?





Dwelling Beneath the Surface…

2 03 2013

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our spirit’s deep thirst – to move toward Light…

odd, the comfort in dwelling beneath the surface of our life;

dare we risk?

dare we ascend into whom we have been created to truly be?

 

(down in the ice house at Hampton Mansion, Baltimore)





A Conversation Begins…

1 05 2012

 

 

Drive-by images spirit away my schedule-chained attention;

And a slowing anoints me . . .

In this place . . .

at this time . . .

a conversation begins . . .

 

“Who do You wish me to be?”

“Where do You wish to lead me?”

“What are You calling me to bridge?”

Loneliness to intimacy?

Wounds to understanding?

Noise to solitude?

Emptiness to faith?

Brokenness to wholeness?

Depression to play?

Joy to joy?

 

Then from within I hear,

“Come Greg. Whisper your deep desires . . .

Will you risk abiding within a Love-formed foundation?

passing from scared places to Sacred spaces?”

 

(photo: York Road in Baltimore County over the Little Gunpowder Falls River)





A Road to No Where?

28 04 2012

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A road to no where?
Barren land?
Maybe possibility…
Maybe sacred space…
With openness; a first step…
Dare I risk myself? 

This taken at Shiprock in New Mexico – a sacred place for the Navajo people.





Dare I Go In?

15 04 2012

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Dare I go in?

I’m already standing in light . . .

Now invited into darkness?

Do I risk the hope of Light on the other side?