‘When I observe Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You set in place, what is man that You remember him, the son of man that You look after him?’ (Psalms 8:3, 4 HCSB)
Things are different at night, aren’t they? We become closer to feelings and ideas that can’t find space to register during the daytime. Awareness of our heart-thoughts become brightly known, just like the night sky. Creaks and snaps and whooshes agitate to the surface. Rib cages go up and down, in and out. Nothing immediate can be done, so we get forced to sit with our Maker and simply breathe together.
Returning to His center, where we rock together, back and forth, the fresh wisdoms He lays upon us.
You’re not going anywhere, Child…not doing anything else right now. We’re just going to sit here and hold some promises and breathe. And, rock together.
The rocking sorts what needs to be kept and what needs to be thrown away.
Rock on, GentleHeart. Get calm in the wisdom of your Grounding Source.
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