Slowing down . . . Stopping . . . Turning around . . . Taking baby steps backward, helpful for work-addicts/information addicts.
When I was In nursing school, I did my metal health rotation at Winnebago Mental Health Institute. One of the areas on which I was assigned, were men who lived/mentally processed at this high pitch everyday. Brilliant men who either did not know how to or didn't actively/successfully practice "shut down" (as in meditation).
This is yet another reason I hold to the truth of Heaven. Justice and Fairness and Love for all. We are a broken people, who are very much in need of Him. amen.
Sounds like we are very much in need of slowing down...stopping...turning around...taking baby steps backward.
My husband has taught me so much in this area! Having grown up in a faith that elevated "perfection". I was taught I was not "worthy" unless I was perfect/all sins confessed/humanity denied/washed clean . . .
My husband told me "my efforts" were enough for God. I could get off the tight rope of perfection that was literally killing me. Try as I did, to be "white" for God, I always fell short.
I have learned God makes my "gray" white . . .
It's me.
Sweet dreams in Him.
On Mar 31, 2014 Dan Duncan wrote :
From 1979 until 1985 I was engaged day and night in the process of learning about computers until in 1981 I landed a position as a founder in a computer startup. For nearly 4 years then, until 1985 ,I worked on average 60 hours or more a week, sleeping under my desk when too tired to drive 40 miles to my apartment. I was working and learning at a furious rate. Many of my relationships evaporated and I was too engaged to care. I even ignored an invitation to be taken to Europe by a girlfriend, who then also disappeared.
When the startup was purchased and I was suddenly out of work, after the initial reorientation, I realized that the previous 5 years had had more actual time and experience than the previous 20. What began to make sense of this perception was an episode on Carl Sagan's series Cosmos, in which he explored the warping of time as one approaches the speed of light.
I figured that my brain was processing information at an increased rate and so had actually experienced more.
Then I understood that what Richard Eberhart had written was not a dream but a description of fact, and an invitation.
If I Could Only Live at the Pitch That is Near Madness
by Richard Eberhart (1904 – 2005)
If I could only live at the pitch that is near madness
When everything is as it was in my childhood
Violent, vivid, and of infinite possibility:
That the sun and the moon broke over my head.
Then I cast time out of the trees and fields,
Then I stood immaculate in the Ego;
Then I eyed the world with all delight,
Reality was the perfection of my sight.
And time has big handles on the hands,
Fields and trees a way of being themselves.
I saw battalions of the race of mankind
Standing stolid, demanding a moral answer.
I gave the moral answer and I died
And into a realm of complexity came
Where nothing is possible but necessity
And the truth waiting there like a red babe.
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Thanks for reconnecting me with this life-giving thread.