Melbourne in the Morning
Each morning I have to go outside as soon as I wake up to allow the light to touch my skin. This helps balance the melatonin levels in my body. Sometimes I potter with my plants, or sweep the balcony, but always I sit and take some quiet time. I resented having to do it at first. It seemed just another of the apparently endless disciplines to help my body heal and function as efficiently as possible. But then it became a time of peace and healing. This has been a hot summer, so often it is warm, but rarely too hot at about 8 am. I often pray-and when I pray I almost always feel I have to do something. Say prayers for people-as if God, if s/he exists-doesn’t care about them even more dearly than I do-though (segue coming) what research has been done does appear to show that praying for people makes a difference. Perhaps the pyschic atmosphere transfers love the way ethernet cables transfer data, and love heals (end of segue). But lately I felt drawn to just sitting quietly. I muse, of course. Am not brilliant, or even good at meditation. But I remembered what St Thomas Aquinas said in a sermon I read long, long ago. That just as we are warmed if we draw near to a fire, if we draw near to God, we will be healed and changed. It is nothing we do, it is nothing God “does”. It is something God is. Fires warm, God makes us whole. So the touch of the sun is my reminder from God’s dancing Spirit that we just have to be together, and change will happen. My soul will be warmed, relaxed, malleable, pliable, moulded to the shape beside me, around me, within me.
Who says nobody is reading this. It is always interesting and often inspirational.
Thank you dear heart.