“Be open, calm, receptive.”
These were the encouraging adjectives of my yoga instructor today. I entered such a space on the mat today–especially coming down off of a cold. I realized, too, that these words also describe my sense of inner flow while on the Little Patuxent Corner. Even as I am in constant motion waving, there is something emptying and opening and at peace about the experience. Even as I drive by the corner, which I do multiple times a day, I take in feelings of hopefulness and joy.
Saturdays are for sabbath and family and gaining energy for full work days and time out on the corner, too. And as much as I wished that the zen of yoga followed me home midday, I had little calm with my children. But, I do notice a change, an enlargement even in this past week. It’s an awareness and a well of gratitude that may be chipping at me, or melting me down slowly but surely.
Tomorrow, my church meets for an Annual Meeting. We’ll gather at a big potluck table and give thanks for fifty years of life in Columbia as our jubilee year draws to a close. There is much to be thankful. In this year to come we embark on our spiritual practices: giving, prayer, scripture, outreach, and worship. As part of my call and commitment, I’ll be on this balloon pastor path. I’ll seek to get out there as often as I can.
I can’t wait to see who I get to meet and greet along the way. And in time, I hope that people will join me on my little patch of grass–if even for a few short minutes–to wave with me, to connect, to pause in the middle of the literal bustle. Hope to see you there.