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The Russian ballerina pressed on relentlessly, honing every move, gritting through pain, powering through fear, and achieving her evening as prima ballerina. After the performance, the ordinary returned. Walking out through the back door into the dark rain and back to her tiny apartment, she knew that tomorrow would be more of the same old shtick. She would need to prove herself time and time again. This documentary from-–maybe 30 years ago–had burned into my visual memory and touched my soul as few images have been able to do. Just like Sisyphus, it is our mission to bear on through this planet’s experiment of life and learning. I accept it now with grace, knowing that I am never alone, and that our collective journey will continue–passing through the thin veil of death and reuniting us to refuel once again. Tonight, I found myself back in the familiar twilight zone. It is never truly dark here.
Yesterday’s post, Seeing Stars, Walking on Water, was a singular moment–my reference point of a star. My star. It is lighting my way.
“My burden is easy and my yoke is light.” The weight will not crush our spirits, even if it crushes our bodies. When we lower our defenses to receive the indecipherable, we absorb the strength of each other’s intentions of love and care. That’s what we do. If you haven’t given love like this a test run yet, you are in for a grand display. But words will escape you. Tonight at choir rehearsal, a dear friend and fellow choir member drew in that now-familiar restorative breath and unabashedly declared that she could feel our love-prayer messages permeating right through to her heart whenever we were close. And sometimes, when we were nowhere near her, she still felt us holding on for dear life.
“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8: 37-39 NIV). My pinnacle moment has passed. More rocks are back in view. I am still here, and I know you are, too. So is He. What more could we possibly want?
Love, ❤ ❤ ❤