I’ve had this feeling lately like I’m on the verge of some new understanding. Or maybe it's insanity. My head swirls with half-formed thoughts. Things I read and see and experience feel connected and important, somehow, but I can’t seem to connect the dots. A figure appears in the mist. I squint, but the thing remains blurry and unrecognizable.
It’s not a very comfortable feeling. It reminds me of being in labor and being turned away repeatedly from the hospital because for hours my labor failed to progress. I’m here. I’m uncomfortable. Can we just get this thing over with already?
But babies and spiritual awakenings tend to follow their own schedule. It reminds me that I am powerless. Even over my own body and mind. Sigh.
All I can do in either case is to relax and focus on my breathing.
St. Cyril of Alexandria
11 hours ago