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Today is the start of our fourth season, and we are changing things up a bit with a new format that will be more reflective, personal, and focused on Soul Care in Anxious Times. This week’s episode is Steve sharing his recent struggles with exhaustion… that deep in the heart, soul weary exhaustion that many of us are struggling with now. It’s a beautiful episode that will speak to your heart and soul and help you find the unforced rhythms of grace.
What Steve did to help his recovery
When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight,
The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laboursome events of will.
Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.
The tide you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.
You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.
At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.
You have travelled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of colour
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.
Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.
Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.
This cool breeze by the river bank. A great blue heron feeding in the shallows. The pilated woodpecker serenading the forest with its haunting song. I think I need one hundred days like this! Slowly, ever so slowly. Here. Now. This! Bit by bit and little by little, I feel a twinge of what may be life.
This cool breeze by the river bank.
A great blue heron feeding in the shallows.
The pilated woodpecker serenading the forest with its haunting song.
I think I need one hundred days like this!
Slowly, ever so slowly. Here. Now. This!
Bit by bit and little by little, I feel a twinge of what may be life.
A steady erosion has happened in me.
It’s taken time to do this damage.
It will take more time to regain what’s been lost.
The locust have ravaged much I feel now.
Sad stories, and far too many of them, have layered my heart with deep grief.
I think I need one hundred days like this.
But today, I just may have felt my heart again.
As I let this breeze wash over me, is this a baptism of love?
And as silence does what only the deep quiet does,
I sit here and stay here for a while this beautiful morn.
Soaking. Marinating. Feasting . Healing.
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