With the changes of natures' own seasons the human body seems to have adjustments that go along with spring, summer, autumn and winter: cyclical changes in our body, mind and soul.
The "season" of writing seems slow for me. Almost a time to hibernate, my soul wants to nest in at home in my little sanctuary, I read much, hold it within, and let it wait within. It is a time of quiet, of gathering articles for a project, of letting my soul, mind, body and heart accept the invitation to be in this space and know the sacredness of it. Within the solitude is also the intentional working out of community where I am and learning to live out this through the ups and downs.
Snuggling in, hibernation - also a time of intimacy, which for me at present is a pursuit of obedience and holiness. What does it feel like, look like, smell like....how to my senses become more deeply attuned to this invitation from the Divine? How can I absorb Jesus so I can live this out? Embracing holiness and obedience and knowing that the pain is part of how the Spirit infuses it into my soul causes me to sit with heart, eyes, ears and hands open and watching.
In this time of absorbing I read an interesting article in Turn My Mourning Into Dancing" by Henri Nouwen.
"As you enter into intimate communion with God, you enter into intimate communion with the people of God. Prayer is communion with God in the privacy of our own places. It is also communion with the people of God around the world and through the centuries. Such love overcomes the fear that separates us. Such love allows us to let go of our little fears.
This may seem difficult, but such love, as it works in us, ultimately offers us a way out of self-righteousness and oppression. It rescues us from the illusion that makes the rich think they know what is best for the poor, men think they know what is best for women, or whites think they know what is best for blacks. It saves us from the illusion of power that leads us to Auschwitz, Hiroshima, or Jonestown."