It's been and eventful week in my neck of the woods. I was in charge of organizing and getting a crew to decorate a Christmas Parade Float for our city's annual Christmas Parade, I'm continuing the work on a the large mural project and getting close to wrapping it up, and it was my son's 13th birthday.
Sleeping with bread is one way for me to look back and count the small joys or bread of life and see the bounty that I'd often time miss. If if glazed over the small joys, I'd spend most of my time recalling and retelling about the times of feeling overwhelmed, overwrought, or frustrated. There are times in this last week that I began to feel lost in the dark and creepy woods, like Hansel and Gretel from that childhood storybook. Like Hansel and Gretel, I have to get beyond the easy fix of candy houses and daydreams and move to the place of leaving a following the bread crumbs of sustenance that are scattered throughout my life.
In this last week especially, I could not have accomplished much of anything without the help and support of my friends and family...these wonderful people. G-d, who in small ways kept tugging on my sleeve to remind me of his presence wherever the day took me. Thankfully, there were lots of bread crumbs to help lead the way.
What are the joys that filled your week? What were the frustrations? Does counting the breadcrumbs of joy through each past day help to trace G-d's nudging in your own life?
I pray taking part in this examen gives you what you most need. May the bread crumb trail always lead you our of the deep woods and into the meadow of peace.
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Ah, but the joys! Sometimes I look at the forest and not the trees. And frankly, I could dine on crumbs and be sated quite easily.
((((( hugs )))))