Now that we're back from our week at the beach summer is starting to settle into my bones. I love the quiet mornings and the slower pace but summers in Texas are brutally hot. Check out the temperature on my front porch at 11:00 this morning:
I don't even want to look at that thermometer again today. Air conditioning is my best friend!
On Monday I began an on-line course called Journey of the Heart, by Kathryn Costa of True North Arts. Teaching on-line is a new endeavor for Kathryn and I must say she is off to a great start. Her topics are spot on if you want to affect real change in any area of your life or just get back to some good habits that you may have let slip.
One of the first questions asked in the course is,"What makes your heart sing?" It's interesting to me how rarely I stop to ask this question of myself but as I thought about it yesterday I found a clue in the sweet table my friend set for me. I love a meal served in a beautiful setting. I mean, I REALLY love that. I love china and pretty cotton napkins and tablecloths. I love fresh flowers and drippy candles. So for the next several weeks I'm going to figuratively "set the table" with things I love and things that help me stay focused on my Journey of the Heart.
Kathryn encourages us to set up a dedicated "sacred space" for the course but since the huz and I are almost empty nesters I feel like most of my house is already my sacred space! I have little work and study areas set up all over the place so for this course I've decided to gather the essentials and set up my space outside each day. I'll have to make it early, before the heat sets in!
I suppose because I was thinking about beautiful meals and pretty table settings this morning I remembered the story of a man who prepared a great banquet and invited many people, but no one showed up for the party. They all had excuses as to why they couldn't make the time to be there. The tables were already set, the banquet hall was ready to receive whoever came, so the host sent his servants out into the streets to invite whomever they came across. The intended guests missed out because they were too busy to make the feast a priority. They lost their opportunity and someone else took their place at the table.
“Blessed is he one who will eat at the feast in the kingdom of God.”
I don't want to miss out. I don't want to neglect the practices that will feed and nourish my soul as I put less important things higher up on my list of priorities. I don't want my dreams and goals to become mere wishes or, worse yet, regrets because I'm too busy to be still and listen in this moment.
What feast might you be missing? What important changes could you make if you accepted the invitation and took a seat at the table? Maybe it's time to make time.