"...spiritual practice can take on many, many forms...not just yoga, meditation, prayer...but walks along a river...singing...making art...and of course loving conversations where sacred listening takes place.
And sometimes a more formal practice is required...but I don't think that formal practice is always necessary...there are certainly times it just isn't possible… A cup of coffee sipped with attention can become a spiritual practice and hold deep meaning as you take in its warmth and smell the bitter, rich aroma...and so on. It brings you to the present...and therefore closer to God."
Rosie's tube was removed at the doctor's office yesterday. No fanfare, no drama or trauma...it was simply pulled from her belly and out her nose- the rainbow wrapped ng tube cast into a waste basket. Still, she is healing...a process...a practice unending. Is anyone ever completely healed? I think not. I think instead that healing spirals round each year of our lives, but/and that this does not diminish our wholeness. In fact I think the constant motion of healing year to year, day to day holds our wholeness in place-each of us in our own orbit spinning and drawing the energy that sustains us from the relationships that surround us...our parents, our siblings, friends, teachers, students and chance meetings with strangers and of course our connection to God.
Maybe that's the lesson I'm to learn as I continue to wake up with vertigo.