So I am no longer defined by my work as a piano teacher.
I am no longer obsessively working every waking moment.
I am no longer existing on a scant five hours of sleep.
I am no longer trying to be somebody else, some amalgamation of a Highly Successful Ministry Leader Musician With A Family.
Stripped of some of these things, which seem so simple and easy tossed aside (but which, in fact, are not), what am I?
Well, we are all on that journey, I suppose. I have no definitive answer. Yet.
I am not so busy. I am calm. I am not so anxious. I have peace. I am not so frustrated. I am centered.
And there is this: I am seeing. I am making every effort to be present in the moments of life, and rather than a trite mantra designed to make me feel better about living a valuable, worthwhile life in the midst of chaos, I am seriously taking the time to do it. Not just say it.
This Sunday, we will close our worship service with these words:
Take from our souls the strain and stress
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of your peace
I discovered today that those lyrics are rooted in a poem called The Brewing of Soma by Quaker poet John Greenleaf Whittier. Funny; I felt deeply the power of the words as we rehearsed Finding out that this contemporary tune is wrapped in verse written over 120 years ago elongates the experience. I had no idea - but somehow, I knew. There was power there far beyond the simple harmony and melody line.
Somehow, my soul knew.
I am seeing more, these days. Simple things. A long line of truth that I intuitively understand. Something that speaks internally.
This is working. I am blessed.
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