Musings will offer contemplations from Mirari: The Way of the Marys through Easter Monday. 

 

Holy Tuesday 

 

Yeshua, and the men who had stayed with him, returned the next evening, speaking of Yeshua’s brilliance and how he had bested the authorities of the time, tricking them with parables. In his day, no less than now, to be made to appear foolish incites spite. 

Although the mood was lively with reports of what had transpired, it was not long before I could see that all of us were admitting to ourselves, if not each other, that it was the beginning of the end. 

Oh, how the deep sadness within and among us was felt. As you have a hard time recognizing in your inner knowing that there are endings and new beginnings, we could not let that inner realization rise to the surface. Not one of us spoke of it. 

 

Mirari: The Way of the Marys, p. 196-7

 

I contemplate the end of the old and the beginning of The New. I see and feel how hard it can be, even among friends, to acknowledge endings. I realize that when I strive for acceptance too soon, I am “not” accepting what I feel. Acceptance is not found in the struggle to feel differently than I do.

When I cannot yet speak, it is evident that the pause is necessary and natural. I feel my desire to recognize and accept not only my inner knowing, but the manner of its movement into being.

I linger on the words “within and among.”