Sippy the coffee… day 11 of my pilgrimage that goes nowhere to everywhere that requires on simple thing of me; Trust that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be right now no matter what. The pilgrimage of change. Giving into the change that happens and happens and happens …. Did I say, It happens?
Jesus went into the desert
40 days and 40 nights
To find his deepest yearning
To wrestle lonely nights
and arid days of thirst
and hunger, and bedevilment
Conjured monsters that
suffered his souls quest
Laid waste to whom he thought
He was and might have been
Yearning for what was holy
Already his made whole as
Love Divine, a child of God
God’s begotten, born of a Virgin
Birthed to be of love, kindness
Compassion’s tool ever lasting
40 days and 40 nights
40 lifetimes and 40 deaths
40 minutes and 40 seconds
My desert is a torrential down pour
of shifts and changes and
hungry want and enough water
to drown in the naked sand.
Everywhere is where I’ve been
And across the desert is my metaphor
I am a child of God, of the Goddess
of the dirt, and ocean, and flame,
and breath, and you, and Spirit
Everlasting, eternal, Infinite Oneness
I can turn the desert into oceans
and beach and mountains and forests
If I believe it… I will see it.
I am 40 days unfolding
I am 40 nights lighting the way.
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 