everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him.
So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding.
Colossians 1: 16,19
Slowly the mist is clearing, some form is beginning to take shape. Coming in and out of a period of review (the space afforded by summer?) letting go has reappeared before me, humming like a bass line. The metaphors drift in: a snake sloughing off its skin, be born again and again and again and especially 2 video clips of nature artist Andy Goldsworthy’s. It may be that visual imagery helps transition. An ice sculpture surrenders to the sun, a wooden edifice to the tide.
"The very thing that brings the work to life is the thing that will cause its death…It doesn’t feel at all like destruction…but part of that cycle of turning."
To the roomy One
Sometimes called the spiritual task letting go has become for me more like a surrendering to,prompting further questions; to a friendly universe? to new images and meanings (and my aren’t there a lot laid before us in scripture)? Giving up our defences to the Christ who is all and in all, surrendering to the spacious and roomy One, to the ‘great compassion, the great stream, the great river’ as Richard Rohr puts it.