Ruach also means breath. Imagine. Spirit, wind, breath. The spirit/wind surrounds us, and we breathe it in. It’s external but also internal as long as we are living beings. But there is no real line or boundary to the internal and external. It is all one. You have started me thinking (as you always do). This may be the unconscious reason I find I start prayer with a type of yoga breathing called Ujjayi. The gentle control and deep inflow and outflow of breath helps me both focus on prayer and also sends me somewhere much deeper than my logical state of mind. Now I’m wondering if there is, indeed, much more going on than I realized consciously. Once again, I want to express my gratitude to both you and that other guy named Klaven for the beauty and profundity that springs from your conversations.
2 - Like a wil-'o- the-wisp, you've completely hijacked my attention and train of thought and now I'm lost in the woods, bewildered, blinking, and wondering what happened. That's not all bad, but still.
The last few letters have left me with that aching feeling. I've been scratching my head the last few days about how we are to close that ever-widening gap. And I had to chuckle a bit at myself by the end of this letter because of course the answer is love. Now I can spend the next few days scratching my head about what that actually looks like. How harnessing the power of God's love will allow us to cross these dark untraversed rivers of toxic belched up waste 😂
That play was even before even his most famous line, “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” ☺️
“…ruach in Hebrew means both the “sprit” of God and the “wind” that moves through the Garden in the cool of the day.”—Spencer
Beautiful, but when you think about it, don’t they feel the same. Can’t you feel the spirit of God, when you’re out alone in nature, in a cool breeze on a hot summer day?
Now I can't stop thinking about the good separation: God is Holy and distinct and we can love him fully from here. And the bad separation: sin is evil and easy and lonely even in a crowd. And redemption looks like reunion, on many levels.
Ruach also means breath. Imagine. Spirit, wind, breath. The spirit/wind surrounds us, and we breathe it in. It’s external but also internal as long as we are living beings. But there is no real line or boundary to the internal and external. It is all one. You have started me thinking (as you always do). This may be the unconscious reason I find I start prayer with a type of yoga breathing called Ujjayi. The gentle control and deep inflow and outflow of breath helps me both focus on prayer and also sends me somewhere much deeper than my logical state of mind. Now I’m wondering if there is, indeed, much more going on than I realized consciously. Once again, I want to express my gratitude to both you and that other guy named Klaven for the beauty and profundity that springs from your conversations.
Ok, two things.
1 - That was incredibly beautiful.
2 - Like a wil-'o- the-wisp, you've completely hijacked my attention and train of thought and now I'm lost in the woods, bewildered, blinking, and wondering what happened. That's not all bad, but still.
The last few letters have left me with that aching feeling. I've been scratching my head the last few days about how we are to close that ever-widening gap. And I had to chuckle a bit at myself by the end of this letter because of course the answer is love. Now I can spend the next few days scratching my head about what that actually looks like. How harnessing the power of God's love will allow us to cross these dark untraversed rivers of toxic belched up waste 😂
That play was even before even his most famous line, “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” ☺️
“…ruach in Hebrew means both the “sprit” of God and the “wind” that moves through the Garden in the cool of the day.”—Spencer
Beautiful, but when you think about it, don’t they feel the same. Can’t you feel the spirit of God, when you’re out alone in nature, in a cool breeze on a hot summer day?
This is all starting to get a little too clever for me. I’m barely clinging on to what you’re getting at.
Now I can't stop thinking about the good separation: God is Holy and distinct and we can love him fully from here. And the bad separation: sin is evil and easy and lonely even in a crowd. And redemption looks like reunion, on many levels.