How to Receive when you don’t know how.

This morning I go out…

just

not

feelin it.

But I know the willing are the ones who get something…and  I am willing.

I am willing to show up and to walk around aimlessly….

  this song lodged partially in my thoughts.

A picture here… one there…

watching

willing to show up

looking for something

There are no rocks…no shells.  The beach is wiped  clean and smooth.

No Pray.Bow.Walk. to guide my meditation.

So  I stand there on the stormy shore and look around.

my shutter trying to capture……. something?

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I ask for…” something exciting”…  maybe a baby dolphin…(true story)

Not sure why I thought baby dolphin… but I did.. I am not  a dolphin person… it just blurted to mind…

I laughed to myself that I must really need some help.

I just could not get into it.

just not feelin it.

how?

I literally pulled my feet from the sinking sand and started walking

and praying

with purpose.

I let nothing distract me

I recite something which helps me structure my thoughts and prayers…

“I stand in a throne room of Intense Power…..I come for the newness…. your mercies are new every morning… You are a Creator … I can gather nothing new without You…

I want to receive…”

Receive?

I turn the word over in my mind like a pearly shell.

receive.

 Like a shell washed up on a bare beach.

Receive.

ReeeeeCeive.

Receive

Where would I put anything I was about to Receive?  My hands so full with all this silliness.

silliness.

Like a thud I drop it around me.

Nothing….Nothing… NOTHING! is worth carrying in exchange for not Receiving.

NOTHING!

Thud.  Thud.

 like barnacles.

Thud. Thud.  It’s all crap.

crap.

Nothing is worth not Receiving.

My mind practically yells..

“I stand in a throne room of Intense Power… ready to receive…Standing here in a throne room ready to gather all the newness You have ready for me….

all that You would have me Receive…”

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~It’s no mystery to me that the first things I saw this morning were dump trucks perfectly poised to receive…The silver light at the horizon line is promise. A promise that if I show up I will be rewarded…and the baby dolphin was just impossible to catch with my camera, but the rest of his pod seemed willing to be filmed… but what is the man with the number 17? I know it was important…what was that? So I ask you to give me your interpretation of that picture. Bounce some ideas around …I would love to think about it with you. T