This time last year, I was gushing about a girl that I was (sorta) dating and trying (unsuccessfully) to impress upon her how deeply she affected me on a spiritual level. I claimed that I was transfigured by her mere presence.
This year, the transfiguration reading is cropping up for me again (and not just because I think it's an impressive word to throw around), and while my key relationship is still center-stage when I reflect on it's meaning in my life, (though this time around, with a much more significant other) the message this year is entirely different.
The message this year is to shut up. Anima Sola needs to listen. Really listen. Understand. Take a giant step back. Stop trying to fix things. Stop presuming you even know what needs fixing and that you're the person for the job. You're not. And that's ok.
It's not all about me. It's not all about me. It's not all about me.
Maybe it's not too late to be transfigured this year too.
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- Anima Sola
- Chicago, IL
- Anima Sola isn't fond of labels. She is, however, fond of embracing her many paradoxes, and walking the fine lines between religion and politics, with an eye turned toward postmodern religion, feminist theology, and challenging patriarchy from inside the Roman Catholic Church.
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There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love
anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart
to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies
and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the
casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark,
motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will
become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to
tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only
place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the
dangers and perturbations of love is Hell."
~From the book The Four Loves by C.S.Lewis
anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart
to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies
and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the
casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark,
motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will
become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to
tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only
place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the
dangers and perturbations of love is Hell."
~From the book The Four Loves by C.S.Lewis
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1 comment:
Yeah, I think that's part of growing up: realizing that we're not the conductors of our own lives. Our job is to show up and do what needs to be done, but the control stuff? That's for amateurs. :)
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