Gerald May, Wisdom of Wilderness. New York: HarperCollins 2009, xiii-ix.
Oh my divine love, never again reassure me. I do not want to know everything will be all right. I never want to be secure again as long as I live. Give me no safety. Only give me this livingness forever, this power-of-being, though I know I will die of it, of love exploding.
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I’m feeling a little shaken up this week by the hurricane. We watched the stream next to our house rise and rise and wondered if it was ever going to stop. So my first reaction to this wild prayer was resistance. But my second reaction is, Yes! Please God, take the part of me that clings to things and is afraid. Blow it away in your wild wind. Leave me with the comfort of desiring no comfort, of being ready for whatever your wild wind brings me.
I feel quite differently from the reading's sentiment, in that I seek reassurance frequently from my Higher Power. I thrive in Her love and acceptance of me just as I Am, Her own creation and partner in creativity. Awomen.
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