A little Brezsny to start the Wednesday post…
What is the holiest river in the world? Some might say the Ganges in.
Others would propose the Jordan River or the River Nile. But in
accordance with current astrological omens, I say the holiest river is
the one that’s closest to where you are right now.
is to go to that river and commune with it. Throw something valuable
into it as an offering, and ask it to teach you how to feel more
reverence and amazement and curiosity for everything in your life. By
the time we meet here next week, I hope you will have walked on holy
streets, praised holy people, hugged holy trees, kissed holy ground,
and even shopped at holy stores.
A funny thing happens when all you can do is be curmudgeon-like, dramatic, and generally a pain in the ass to be around because you feel like no one notices, no one cares, and you are only a "__________" (enter the title or mask you wear that you like the least). Grace. That’s what happens.
In looking up the word, there seem to be about a thousand definitions for that little 5 letter word. The one that I speak of now though – can only be defined this way.
a. the freely given, unmerited favor and love of God. And / Or
b. the influence or spirit of God operating in humans to regenerate or strengthen them.
So there I was, at work, another LONG day. Its marathon week in the office, meeting after meeting after meeting after meeting, you get the point. Its slim pickins’ in the office – most people are either crazy busy or gone. My work-load, insane. INSANE.
Now, I am trying to keep it together. But you know – c’mon ladies, especially when its THAT time of the month, my skin, it gets a little thinner. So today, a dear friend who was at the office for a meeting (prepping for another meeting) came to my desk and asked how I was, and yep – I started to bawl. Not one more second could I put on the brave face, the "I’m super-office lady" cover was blown. Well, she just held me, and held and held. It was so wonderful.
So – kleenex and the brave face is back on. Work work work – its getting to be past 6. I’m trying to finish up my day, but the meeting is still going. I will have to wait – and work – until the meeting is over, so I can lock up. I called my sweetie – to tell her I would be another 15 to 20 minutes, at least. (Add an extra measure of "oh woah is me" in there and you get the picture.)
So – imagine my surprise when the group who was meeting came out, and asked if they could lay hands on me and pray for me. They did. And – say what you will – it was the best few minutes of life and love I have experienced in a while. They prayed, and the words were like water, washing over my tired soul.
I went to the river today, the group took me there. Washed clean again. Thanks be to God.