Time Well Spent

Complications with my pregnancy have turned into continuous bedrest. 

As such, I've had plenty of time to wrestle with the inner workings of the Self. 

It's an ugly place to stare into, let me just say. 

I mean, if you honestly take a long close look at your motives and desires and refuse to wear the rose colored glasses that so many "spiritualists" are freely handing out these days, you'll see the Self can be very dark, very contorted and very acrid. 

Take note: I'm admitting this as a proclaimed Christian, so imagine the compounded defeat of looking into a place that my religion tells me is as "white as snow" only to continually find myself trampling through the muddy slush of me. 

Confession made. 

Now, for the absolution. 

I recently ordered a book that was highly recommended by a dear friend. I didn't really want to read the book for various reasons but since this very close friend of mine also happens to be my boss, I quickly assessed that not reading it wasn't an option. So, I got the book, took a deep breath of lethargy, pulled open the cover of "Velvet Elvis" and... SMACK-DOWN! 

I got a dose of the most electrifying take on Christian thought that, dare I say, I haven't felt since reading the theological impressions of C.S. Lewis!

Of course, the general perspective behind this book was nothing new to me but the WAY in which this author dished it out and served it up was absolutely piquant both spiritually and intellectually. 

All of a sudden, the slush I was treading through wasn't so revolting. I saw it for what it was: insignificant wet drift that the salt of truth could clear up in no time. It was wonderful and I started to think: what can I do to keep this buzz going?  

Many weeks ago, I was strongly pressed by another friend of mine to start blogging. The logic behind her suggestion was obvious. Since I had no choice but to stay in bed and since I spent so much of that time on the computer, why not use the internet to reach out and connect with other people? 

Sure, that's a great idea if you're "that type" of person. But having an ongoing sentimental connection apart from utilitarian correspondence has never been my strong suit. Just ask... well... everyone I've ever known. 

This fact has truly been a setback in my spiritual growth, let me tell ya. It's also been a source of ongoing guilt because I know there are things I should be doing with my life that I'm not doing solely because of this connection thing. 

So, I took my friend's blogging suggestion. 

I added the inspiration from "Velvet Elvis" and presto: 

Cara Kay Confab! 

My aim is to not only have a place where my friends and family can go to check up on the "inner workings of me", but to also have a gathering spot for unknown others to comment about the journey they happen to be on. 

I may be stuck in bed, but I'm on a journey too.

A stock-still trek of time well spent.