Relentless
I met my boyfriend's family yesterday including his four year old nephew. The child is a frenetic little boy but he gains astounding rhythm when High School Musical starts playing on the iPod. Jack was singing "Get your head in the game" which was another pick-me-up in a series for me last week. This relationship with JP has caused me to lose that great concentration I had for ten months. At the beginning of the summer, I was mentally scattered but was able to gather myself together for the remaining five weeks of the term. But, now I can just think of Jack urging me to keep my head in the game and I should be good to go.
For the past few weeks I was really missing the time I had in my early twenties (yes, some part of it was good) where my spiritual meditation practice was pretty decent. I'm twenty miles from a Benedictine monastery, why can't I find someone there to help my get my heart in the game? I'm seeking mysticism. The euphoria of God is so real and so possible. I just need to allow for its possibility.
1 John 3:2