Some liken the Holy Spirit to a shy and gentle bird
who must be approached quietly and slowly,
lest he be frightened and fly away.
Others liken the Holy Spirit to a ravening hawk. . .
my experiences have been more hawklike than dovelike.
But considerable violence is needed to pull my fragments together,
to join sunside and nightside;
it’s a wildly athletic act to place the mind into the heart
and a lot of muscles get pulled.
The Irrational Season
The Crosswicks Journal
Today my husband and I attended the choral Communion service at St. John the Divine Cathedral in Manhattan where Madeleine L’Engle was a writer-in-residence. She believed that her fiction, some for children, reflected her faith that the universe has meaning.
Sometimes it is hard
wanting to skip ahead,
and accept the need to stay
in place now.
Patience is being accepting of the moment,
and the next,
and the next.
And so on.
To listen to the podcast episode and learn more: http://runningonom.com/2014/09/29/roo-83-missy-carter-on-writing-a-spiritual-autobiography/