It moves between a dribble and deluge. Right now, the creek below our home is roaring. After a week that covered our trees and mountains in snow, the winter rains returned washing everything green again and filling the creek almost to overflowing. Sometimes, such as the end of summer, our creek is barely a trickle. Other times like now, it roars.

Life is like that with twists and turns, ups and downs, times of drought and times of deluge.

Like the creek that was once dry, I stopped posting about a year ago, feeling it was a season of rest. It was a nourishing rest, much time given to family adventures, but something fresh is stirring now. It’s time to pour something again into my writing creek.

Last fall I listened to two of my mystical teachers speak about their spiritual writing practice, and I knew that I was missing that piece. For years I have written reflections for my contemplative community and then for this blog site. My writing has been more a spiritual practice for myself than to grow a reading community. I hoped that my thoughts would be nourishing to others but, speaking honestly, it was for my own spiritual growth that I wrote. I would take some glimmer, some glimpse of the Divine that I had encountered and ponder it, honor it and by doing that deepen my own experience. Over the decades I have been shaped by what I encountered in my written reflections, experiencing God’s presence in my life expanding, deepening, and warming. It’s like finding my heartbeat and paying attention to it.

A few months ago, I returned to the practice and now in the new year, I feel ready to begin posting regularly. I don’t know who will read what I write. I’m always interested to hear back from you, yet I send my words out into the world whether I hear back or not. It’s like walking down the street with a smile on my face. I don’t necessarily smile at a person, I smile because there is a smile inside me and I want to give to the world the gentle happiness that’s within me. I write what I ponder and offer it into the world, hoping, trusting that it is nourishing and turning our world into deeper harmony.

So, I’m returning. May the dribble of words grow into a nourishing deluge.

Love and prayers

Anne

Mystic in Motion

Companion on the Way with Contemplative Fire

Companion on the Rivendell Way

Society member of Shalem Institute for Contemplative Living