View from the beehive hut, Skellig Michael

I feel quiet today, not quiet in the sense of nothing on my mind, but rather quiet in the sense that there just doesn’t seem to be anything to say. I seem to be assessing my life and my options. Where to go? What to do?

People keep using the word passion and honestly I wonder what mine is. Where is it that I see God? What is it that if I couldn’t do it, I’d shrivel? It seems so much of my energy is spent in trying to keep all the plates spinning and not causing a crash. I run through my life, day after day accomplishing my ‘list’, but rarely stopping to be present, to enjoy.  Sorrow is easy for my melancholy self and there just seems to be so much to be sad about these days.

Let not your heart be troubled. Trust in God. Trust also in Me.

So, I’m back to that. Trust when I can’t see. Trust when I don’t know where to turn. Trust when the sadness seems to creep up on me. Trust when the sorrow gets overwhelming. Trust.