This morning I sat in my morning contemplation. Actually, I
wiggled, jittered and squirmed until, finally, I gave into my antsy-ness and
got up off my prayer cushion. Then, I paced, spun, and rambled aimlessly; first
through the rooms of my house-mind flitting from a decorating idea for the
kitchen, to noticing cobwebs between the sofa and the drapes, to concerns about
not being able to pay the painter. I ended up out of doors; perhaps my spirit
was hoping for relief. I attempted to engage body and mind in a morning
gratitude ceremony. That did not work
either. I experienced no stillness, no
centeredness, and no peace of body, mind, heart or spirit. All these behaviors are the actions I have
come to understand as a part of me (probably ego) is trying to keep me from
becoming aware of something that will necessitate some kind of change or
letting go in my life. In short: these are all avoidance (and annoyance) behaviors. I have come to understand them as avoiding
G.O.D. behaviors, as well.
Finally, I return to my office and slump down onto the
prayer cushion. The longevity of my
attempts at meditation has given me a couple of good disciplines-one of which
is a commitment that whenever I am wandering about without any healthy form of relief,
I am willing to draw a tiny slip of paper from my ‘god bowl’ and do whatever
the paper says. Today is one of those
days, and after only a brief internal argument, I pick a tiny slip from the
bowl. IT reads: ‘Art’. “Really,” I think
“this makes no sense”! But, I am
committed to follow that little piece of paper. My art supplies are downstairs in the
basement, I have to go and find the crate I’ve tucked them away in. I head for the basement, I pass through the
kitchen and notice the pan of Tapioca pudding I started still sitting on the
stove. I stop to stir it, see it’s ready to have the eggs added. That takes up another fifteen minutes. My squirrel mind circles back around to the
original mission: art supplies. I retrieve
two or three crates before I find what I think I’m looking for. I have too many felt tip markers to
carry. This gives me the idea that the
crystal bowl in the dining room-the one I was going to give to good will-would
make a beautiful marker holder.
After a side trip to pick up the bowl (which did make a
great container for the markers) I sat back on my cushion, with my recently retrieved
sketch book and my G.O.D. journal. And I waited for inspiration. I fidgeted some more.
Finally, I reached over and picked up my journal
and opened it revealing an entry from 9-13-13: “Our Song/Our Ode.
O.D.E. Our Divine Essence. What ode do we sing every day?”
So…I pick up a pink marker and draw the outline of a single
musical note on my sketch pad. I hear the ode; Ode to the Soul, Song to the
Soul, Soul’s ODE, soul’s song to the world. I hear: ‘How Great Thou Art’ in my
head: I write these words, in pink, on the page: “Then sings my soul, my precious song to thee: How
great thou art! How great thou Art! How
great thou Art, Oh GOD. What you have created from the impulse of your
being.
…the created impulse of my being is Joy! Joy! My soul is singing!
…the created impulse of my being is Joy! Joy! My soul is singing!
That is how that little three letter word, a-r-t,
and my commitment to discipline of doing what those little pieces of paper say,
gave me back my centeredness and direction.
This is my share about how the acronym G.O.D. works
in my life!
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed:
Consider all the works thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed:
Refrain
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to
thee:
How great thou art! How great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee:
How great thou art! How great thou art!
How great thou art! How great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee:
How great thou art! How great thou art!
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:
Refrain
P.S. Acronyms for
G.O.D.
Grace On Demand
Good Orderly Direction
Grace Of Divine
Go On Doing
Great Omnipotent Dream
Grace Of Discipline
Giver Of Directions