Cleaning up, I just found this laminated prayer that was fixed to the dashboard of our white Falcon on a road trip across the Nullarbor. I have just remarked to some friends that launching into 2022, because of personal and global circumstances, seems to be calling us to adopt the Celtic monk perspective of launching the coracle of our selves into indeterminate currents and trusting the wind of God to blow us where she will.
This will mean the difference between suffering as victims to forces beyond our control, the so called soul-sucking powers and principalities, or remaining awake, alert and attentive to possibilities and opportunities that reflect the deeper core of our being.
The white Falcon station wagon is long gone. The prayer still fits the blood and bone vessels that carry us!
Wondering Pilgrim 