Freedom Found In Restriction
Who would have thought that when freedom is restricted, the world actually thrives? Not us humans, that’s for sure. But I imagine God does, given it was the very thing he did to create the world. God himself had to contract in order to create space for the creation to exist. It’s a Hebrew term called Zimzum. A restriction or contraction of freedom in order for something else to thrive.
I Went To The Beach Today...
Death is painful and hard. It brings despair and tears, brokenness and hopelessness. It is full of fear. It signifies the end of something or someone. There is a lot not to like about death.
I Went Grocery Shopping Today...
The most surprising thing I bought was a jar of peanut butter and a jar of honey because I thought I could have peanut butter and honey sandwiches. I haven’t eaten one of those since I was a kid but with all the chaos swirling around me, I found myself seeking out and reaching for anything that felt familiar. That felt safe. To that felt normal.
A Response To Covid-19
There is a lot of information swirling, much like the steam from my coffee, about Covid-19. There is no denying it’s presence. Some of the information is helpful, some of it is not. And I won’t deny that I have been judgemental towards some people’s response to the information that we are being fed. I have been surprised at the way we so quickly defaulted to a “every man for himself” after the unifying experience of the bushfires. How quickly we can turn on each other.