It has been a long time since I went to Him in the waterfall, which is stupid, given how much I need to hear from Him, and to get His direction and counsel.
I thought about this this morning, and imagined Him waiting there alone. Imagined Him exposed in the Blessed Sacrament, alone on the altar. I thought about the intense wrongness of such an abandonment.
And I apologized, not that it makes it any better.
In His love, He whispered that it was all right. That others visit Him there.
How beautiful a thought; that in and out of centuries, people meet Him there in meditation. They go to him in the place that I thought was mine, even though He was the one who wove it as I opened my mind to receive Him.
Others also go to Him there.
Imagine that.
I appear once in a while and He greets me as if He has waited solely for me, all His days. In a way, He has. But...
Imagine a monk from 1,106AD coming in humility each day, to rest in His presence.
Imagine a Celtic warrior princess visiting to request help with battle strategy.
Imagine a little child from 278AD Galilee climbing on His knee to be cuddled.
Imagine the mantra of a Hindu guru carrying him there, to this place of divine union.
How interesting that this place He created for me, He also created for others, and that even when I am there with Him alone, it is filled with the presence of His beloved ones, time out of time.
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