The other day I was having a conversation at the pool with a dear friend. As a fellow traveler on this road of healing, she could relate to the place I find myself in with such gracious understanding that I reveled in the tidbits of divinity we were able to exchange. Among them was the thought that I’m in my “becoming years.” I’ve had many an active, doing year and I’ve hit a stretch of life, of unknown duration, where my task is to use discernment about the things I actually do and to instead utilize the opportunity I have to become. The fullness and grandeur of this phase presents no fewer opportunities but the work, instead of being visible or concentrated on others, is an internal task. As such, the measurement is solely my own, as is much of the effort and reward of this work. It is my intent to take the experiences I am offered or that I seek out and incorporate them into my being in an effort to better understand life, creativity and the Creator. These becoming years seem like a good place to breathe for a minute and reflect on that.
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