As a kid growing up near New York City I marveled at how energetic and electric it felt being in the city. There is an ambiance of the fast-paced, flashy lights, and so much going on at once that draws me in. I notice a similar feeling when I have visited Chicago or San Francisco or when I lived in Washington, D.C. although each has its own unique flavor. This exposure early on to the big city and its heightened energy was then balanced out by the contemplative and quiet nature of the desert I moved to around age 10. At first, I hated it. There was no one around, it was too hot, where was the ocean, and so on? Over time I found an element of contemplation was thread through my being just by the presence of a pause which was not amidst a hustle and bustle style of the city. On some level an opportunity whether welcomed or not, to notice my inner workings. For anyone who is not yet ready to face their own reality, there are many distractions and numbing agents available to assist. It would be a good long while before I would have the necessary tools to open up and hear what was really going on for me. Even amidst the contemplation of the desert, I was not yet ready to make use of the pause even offered between each breath to reconnect to my heart. I do not fault myself for that, I believe there is a purpose for everything under heaven as it says in Ecclesiastes. What I now appreciate learning on my daily dates with God is how to utilize the pauses both given to me and the ones I create. I have come to know that no matter what my outside environment is, I can find a space of pause to reconnect to my own heart whenever I want or need it.
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