It’s Mission Monday for another hour. I’ve typed and erased at least 500 words on two blogs posts. This one, and another one that’s due tomorrow. My brain is mushy. My eyes are tired, burning a little bit. And I’m sad that it’s late, because I know I have to get up at the same time as usual.
For the past month, I’ve not stopped to be still enough, not even on Sunday when I wrote a Sabbath meditation about stopping and being still. Well, I did stop, long enough to pray through the meditation. Then I had three looming tasks to complete before Monday. Good tasks, good work I was contributing to the world. I could feel it though, the not honoring the gift of one day of rest.
In the past four days, I participated in two expanded conversations about becoming integrated and whole. One happened at the big scuffy table with women, and one took place in a mountain cabin with men and women. In spite of the tired, talking about being whole people fuels me with fire; it makes me teary, hopeful.
As we discuss integration, I always start with the body—How do you feel about your body? What do you believe about your body? What is God saying to you about your body? I begin there, because we have been taught in so many big and little ways to disconnect from our bodies. In the Church, too, I’m sad to say.
One primary aspect of becoming a whole person revolves around paying attention to body, listening to God speak through the body. God formed us in the womb, knows our intricacies best. The Bible tells me so.
Fostering integration and sensitivity is part of my mission statement. And tonight, I want to be sensitive to how my body, mind, and spirit are working integrally to keep me well. I’m hearing God say through the whole of my self, “Go to bed.”