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Running Wave Contemplative

As the running waves perpetually lap upon the shores—intrepid, placid, sure—

so too may our thoughts turn to God—

God of Light—God of Love—God of all our hearts. Amen.

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Updated: Sep 16, 2023

In May of 2019, when I came home from my three-week-travels in Scotland, and home from a one-week-long retreat on the Holy Isle of Iona, Scotland, I didn't say much about what I had seen, and felt, and learned. And known. About what I had intuitively known.


It took me a few months to unpack all of this intellectually, emotionally and spiritually. Those few months were very much a percolating time. A time to collect my thoughts and to collect myself. It was very much a gathering time. A time for me to put everything on the table, put it in context, put it in perspective, and, put it up front where I could fully appreciate it, all of it.


I didn't ever say that I came home a changed person, but I see this all so clearly now. That summer was a major turning point in my faith journey. And in my personhood. In the Autumn of 2019, I began to write. I guess I had something to say!


I had written creatively, poetically, liturgically for many years, but never professionally other than legally in my daily required nursing notes and documentations.


November 2019 found me penning the outline of my very first fiction novel. And, when I set it aside to allow it 'to become' on its own, I then collated a lot of my previously written prose and prayers and contemplative musings. I created a psalm-based prose collection, intricately interlaced with the ancient Celtic Wisdom. It was published first!


Then, after some welcomed and insightful editing from a seasoned fiction editor, my contemplative novel was published! Then, through the idle months of Spring and Summer of 2021, I created a seasons-based prose collection, which was married up with my very own woodland and wilderness photography. Book number three was born!


So, back-tracking now. In the words "intuitively known" .... Just what did I discover that I had intuitively known? In the word "unpack" .... Just what knowledge and wisdom and truth and insight did I unpack? In the word "changed" .... Just how had I changed, transformed, transcended?


Hmmmmm .... Well .... Just again yesterday, I stood in a small intimate ceremony at Victoria University in the University of Toronto, with fourteen other students who had just completed their Celtic Wisdom Curriculum in the School of Celtic Consciousness, led by author and Celtic Wisdom Scholar, John Philip Newell. And today, I feel I will soon, again, be 'unpacking' all that I have seen, felt, learned and known, intuitively known, through my journey of Celtic Wisdom study. Life is good. So very good.


And, I welcome all of this. My unpacking. My changing. And my intuitive knowing. Such a beautiful place to be, here and now. Such a beautiful place to deep dive, to muse, to contemplate, to discern, to grow, to understand, to reveal, to voice, to share, to become.


Sigh.

God, please walk with me as I unpack the volumes, the truth, and the Light.

God, be with me, as I unpack, as I find my way.

God, with me .... Amen.

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  • janisconstable3

The toughest decision I made today

was choosing which pillow to have on my lap,

while reading Brene Brown.

The teal velvet pillow, graced by a giant golden seed-bead embroidered peacock, won!


Sitting here on a cold wintery day in the big bay window,

reading at leisure,

with the sun's brilliant rays lighting up the pages,

is truly a blessed gift.


Retirement is a blessed gift.

Life is a gift.

Let us all choose to see life, as blessing, as gift.


As for the "tone" of this note?!

Lofty? Not!

Pretentious? Not!

Personally reflective, serene and contented? Yes!!!


I wish we could all come to our peaceful place,

be in our peaceful place,

live in our peaceful place,

now and always.


+ + +


P.S., My summertime peaceful place

is sitting in my oversized hanging basket chair,

in my woodland garden,

in the freshening breeze.

Sigh .... Hmmmmm ....

Blissful peace


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