in the suffering i find god, just something bigger, maybe this is Gratitude,
i felt so much bigger that my body, i felt so connected, I felt connected to God,
my heart brought out to meet the wintery night, the fresh breeze as darkness falls, and the lights come on.
There’s something I love, and I can’t tell what it is. I know it is good and I know it is beyond me. Perhaps I expand to meet it. I felt peaceful and centred in purpose, even with no clear path to tread.
I cannot remember a time when I have had such a peaceful reaction to suffering, to the perception of loneliness, the awareness of another’s suffering, and so mine – not a lost, fraught compassion, not a patronising sense of success, not looking down my nose to feel better about my own life, just, no not even humility, but a sense of purpose within all experience, a sense of dissolving, self and other, self and other not relevant, but in a pleasant way, that doesn’t mean taking on every trouble there ever was or could be.
inspiration. in spirit.