I look out over Tanglin with the botanical gardens in the distance. The dark green tree canopy fades into low clouds and a midst of rain. The stillness that just was has been interrupted by winds that always come just before the rain. In the foreground are people on the move. They have no idea of what is about to come. I can see what they cannot.
The yoga class this morning focused on stress release. In gathering those points in the body that were still tight, I found myself pushing through and letting go. This time of active meditation reminds me of how quickly the Spirit is willing to invade our souls. As I release my barriers, the Spirit fills in the space that my actions created. It is a wonderful place to be. The words offered to David centuries ago replays in my heart as well as those around me. “Into the hovels of the poor, into the dark streets where the homeless groan, God speaks: ‘I’ve had enough; I’m on my way to heal the ache in the heart of the wretched.’” (Psalm 12.5)
The changes around me are reminders that those that know are invited to share with those that do not. When one has received a gift – of insights and most of all experience – one holds an invitation to use it for the greater good. We can be part of making the world a better place. We can make a difference. We can hold the door open for the other.
The process is not focused on telling them what is missing or is wrong. We are being invited to share our experience – the difference letting go towards More has made it our life. What happens after the sharing is beyond our control. We hold an invitation to live life to the full and to share our experience. This is all consuming. Everything else, judgment included, takes second place, if any place at all.
The first wave is here – a gentle rain reminding me that God always cares enough to sacrifice.