"I lift up my eyes... "
Some days are harder than others! Today was one of those days. A simple car repair reveals other issues. A root canal (bad enough, right?) turns into something worse. On this kind of day, I have to look outside myself for strength.
I remember the words I had painted on a wall in my house over fifteen years ago, just around the time I was going through breast cancer. These words, attributed to someone thousands of miles away, over a thousand years ago read, "I lift up my eyes to the mountains - where does my help come from?"
What I really like about this first sentence recording his journey to find strength, is the fact that he starts with a question and that he looks to nature to help guide him. I love that!
It is my character to take my time with big questions. To wrestle with them. To find the answers through experience rather than from the words of someone else. So today, like so many other days, I go back to nature and ask "...where does my help come from?"
Since are no mountains where I live now, I run to other things in nature that are bigger than me. Things that are constant. Things that never change. Like the ocean tide that never stops. And the streams that always run from what seems like an unknown source. These are the places I go to ask "...where does my help come from?"
So, when you have one of those days that is harder than others... and some are really hard... I encourage you to wrestle with the question in the presence of something larger than you. A place like mountains. The ocean. A stream.
A place where you can lift up your eyes.
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