junk, junk, junk

MJ has spent the evening cleaning out old clothes from her chest of drawers.

I have so much to clean out that I feel defeated before I even get started. I have clothes that fit me 13 years ago when I was 50 pounds thinner and as I grew fatter over the ensuing years until now. I have been stuck for years about cleaning out and getting rid of these old clothes. Look at what I wrote three months ago:

For a long time, I have been feeling stuck in many areas of my life: prayer, weight, papers, closets! The list could go on and on. . . .

With the realization that I'm stuck, Sunday's quotation from Simone Weil returned to me many times with the thought that "every separation is a link" to God. My link is my resistance, which I am now offering to God.

I certainly need to remember that "every separation is a link" to God. And oddly, I just wrote a letter to the Episcopal priest who baptized and confirmed me in high school and then married CB and me in college. Having returned to the Episcopal Church, I wanted to share with him how the seeds he'd helped to plant have grown. My faith story shows that the separation away from the Episcopal Church no longer exists and that I am linked through it to God.

MJ acts today, while I only ponder. I have felt dissatisfied in my dithering today; am offering this to God. . . awareness, acceptance, ACTION!

This reminds me of Trevor Hudson writing that experience (or revelation) without reflection amounts to nothing. Mere "awareness" counts as nothing, too.

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And I was just helped by a gorgeous picture of pussy willows and a story of hope at Cheesehead's blog.