Songs, Spiritual

Simple Place


 

Secret Place

(Photo taken from: http://www.themiraclejournal.com/2012/02/04/the-miracle-of-a-broken-heart/)

 

There is, there is a simple place
Where I can go and be myself
Where I can see him face to face
And in, and in that simple place
I can go and hide away
And I can be alone with him

I can tell him all my secrets
That I share with almost no one else
I can be open and honest, without fear
Cause he knows the deepest needs that are in my heart

I can be, I can be simple with him
That’s what he wants, that I be real with him
And I, I would have it no other way
Then be myself, be who I really am with him

I can tell him all my secrets
That I share with almost no one else
I can be open and honest, without fear
Cause he knows the deepest needs that are in my heart

Is there anyone that you can be totally open and honest with?  Anybody that you can share your deepest thoughts and feelings with, and know that you won’t be judged? I do.

Now, I don’t want to sound like a religious freak here, but I’m going to go out on a limb. This song was written about the quiet times I have alone with God.  Being a Christian, I believe in Jesus and that in him I live, move and have my being.  That said, it is very important to me to spend quality time with Him. To have relationship.  Because ultimately, I believe that is why God created mankind.  For relationship.  I love how Sarah Young puts it in her book, ‘Jesus Calling’, “He and I are intertwined in an intimacy involving every fibre of my being.” I love this quote.

Truth be told, this isn’t my greatest recording.  At times I go flat and it sounds like I’m tired (I did have a baby at the time), but this song was written about these times I have alone with God.  He is my safe place. He is where I can unload all of my crap and know I’ll be understood.

So, back to you. I’m interested to know. Is there anyone you can be totally open and honest with? How do you unload your crap? Do you have a secret place where you go to find peace and unload your burdens?

See also:   https://stacilys.wordpress.com/2013/11/15/food-for-thought-friday-zucchini-crust-pizza-and-intertwined-in-intimacy/

Culture, Spiritual

Who Am I?


Who Am I - Michelle Collins

Hello, I am…

A mind in search of greater understanding
wisdom
love
beauty
wonder

A will that struggles against evil
darkness
plastic
falsehood
wrong doing

A heart that longs for unconditional love
constant peace
contentment
intimacy
untaintedness

Who are you?

Have you ever seen the movie Eat, Pray, Love.  I have.  Actually, I’ve seen it about three or four times.  I love experiencing other cultures, so it’s no wonder that this movie caught my attention.  I would like to share just one little part of it with you and ask you to think about what it is that defines you.

While the main character, Liz was in Rome, she was having lunch with a group of friends and they were giving words to define various places in the world.  ‘Sex’ defined Rome, ‘stuffiness’ defined London and ‘ambition’ or ‘soot’ defined New York. Liz’s friends then asked her what her word would be.  She said she was a ‘writer’.  However, I would have to agree with her friends that told her that ‘writer’ doesn’t define ‘who’ she is, but ‘what’ she does.

Who you are is not what you do.  So what is it that defines you?  How would you define yourself? Maybe even in just a word hmmmmm….

Photo credit: Michelle Collins

Poem, Spiritual

SHUT UP!


 

Shut up

(The Scream – Impressionist painting by Edvard Munch)

Shhhh
Quiet
Stop yelling

Shhhh
Settle down
Stop rushing

Shhhh
Enough
Information overload

Thoughts are too many
Emotional breakdown
Tears come
A plead, a cry

I need you
Giver of peace
Tranquilizer of affliction
Still my troubled soul
Bring me back to you

Do you ever feel like this? I think we all do at some point or another.  Being a strong feeler, it’s difficult to separate my emotions from reality at times.  I wrote this last week during a time of great mental and emotional turmoil.  If I remember correctly, I did so even in tears.  How do I deal with these situations? I pray and struggle and cry and sometimes rectify…  And then comes peace.

How do you deal with mental and emotional upset? Does this poem resonate with you? What is your ‘calming down’ or ‘getting centered’ process?

Spiritual

Oh dear patience, how I long to know you


Oh dear patience.jpg

Yet another post about patience. Do you think it’s been on my mind?

Oh dear patience, how I long to know you.  And bit by bit, thanks to circumstances and life in general, you are becoming a better friend.

I don’t like to admit it much, but yes, I am an extremely impatient person.  I have never liked standing in line, waiting for a bus, putting up with phlegmatic individuals that like to take their own sweet time – and of recent years, waiting for my children to get dressed, brush their teeth and get into bed, finish their lunch before school starts, and the list goes on.

I have, however, throughout the past number of years, asked God to give me patience.  You know, the type of prayer that goes something like this: “Oh God, please give me patience and give it to me NOW.” As my mom said to me once, “Staci, you want it and you want it NOW.”

Now when one asks for patience, one must not think that it will come to them in the wink of  an eye.  It just doesn’t happen that way.  Patience is something that comes, well, patiently.  It is a virtue to be acquired.  It is something that takes time and diligence.  It is a choice. You choose to pursue it because it doesn’t come naturally.

There are consequences that come with acting out of impatience.  I have experienced them one too many times. Being a strong feeler and highly impulsive has led me down some very potentially destructive roads.

I’ve had my hair cut by an unexperienced barber because of my impatience with the salon next door that was taking too long to get to me. I ended up with a horrible haircut that was uneven and a lot shorter than I wanted.

Being a mother of a child with Asperger’s Syndrome, my patience has been tested time and again.  I am a Canadian and my first language is English.  However, I live in Brazil and have acquired a second language – Portuguese.  My children are being raised bilingual and study at a Portuguese-speaking school.  Brazil is about 40 years behind in understanding and dealing with the issue of autism and those who are on the autism spectrum.  I chose not to home school, but to put Cauê in a school that is eager to include those with learning disabilities and those that aren’t ‘neuro-typical’.  He desperately needs the social interaction and I recognize my limitations and lack of – yup, you guessed it – patience.  Even though the school accepts my son and tries to adapt lessons for him and his learning style, I have to invest a great amount of time and energy into helping him understand what is being taught. Apart from his regular homework, I am also teaching him to read in English.  This has added to my stress and tested my patience many times over.

I had a dream recently where I was with my children and we were walking along a quiet residential street.  All of a sudden, Cauê ran ahead, where at the intersection was a busy street.  I called and yelled out to him, STOP Cauê! I tried running after him, but couldn’t catch up on time.  I never saw him get hit by a car or anything like that, but all of a sudden I was aware that I was trying to rush him along and get him to read in English at the same level as a neuro-typical child that lives in an English-only environment.  I knew that if I continued in my impatience and forcing him to get to a place that he wasn’t ready to be, I would end up traumatizing him and killing any desire to read with me.

I am determined to master the art of patience.  And with any art, practice makes perfect. It is something you have to work at.  It is like a talent to be honed.  I read a story once about a great painter that painted a beautiful masterpiece in 10 minutes.  When asked how long it took him to paint it, he replied, “20 years”.

Patience is also a BI-product of wisdom.  Wisdom is a BI-product of life experience.  Life experience will produce wisdom and teach patience as we approach our experiences with teachable hearts.

Do you struggle with being patient?  What have your life experiences taught you?

Interesting read: http://messageinabottleblog.wordpress.com/2014/01/04/more-than-a-bushel-of-brains/