I’ve long been intrigued by the paradoxical nature of the human condition.  At the level of personality, we are goofy, complex, noisy, cantankerous, vulnerable to upsets of all sorts.  At another level, sometimes called the level of soul, we are simple, serene, safe, sure-footed and deeply wise partners with God, beings of love.

 

       We are challenged to make space in our sense of self for the goofiness and the grandeur – to make room for mystery, within us and around us.

 

       I’m reminded of a short poem I wrote, perhaps a dozen years ago.

Oddly One

If we follow

Our uniqueness,

We’re all

A bit weird.

 

Odd ducks

In God’s pond.

 

Oddly One.