“Hope springs from the continuing experience of God’s compassion and help.” Gazing on this week’s image spoke deeply of the maturing of my inner voice. Images like this take the place what words used to convey. There is a faint image just below upper left, recalling the presence of this inner voice before I was 6 years. Just below is another image of the guiding presence of the indwelling Spirit, a constant presence. The boat and surroundings took me though, the following years till perhaps into my sixties and …. When I was in my late 40’s at an Enneagram workshop, one the identifying features of my enneagram space was that I rarely used the word “I”. Then followed years of ego development (the “I” of me), my inner voice (today I see it as the blend of my spirit and the SPIRIT – the two faint, but real images on the left side) . This “I” made myself very visible in the waiting area Social Services department to get the services this woman needed; then following her suicided attempt the “I” running down the the psychiatrist demanding that women could not be released at this time and he listened. Then through years of listening to struggling people’s stories, facing my own darkness, willing to plumb the depths of despair, the “I” that were so carefully previously honed morphed into the self I feel very much at home in (the huge golden sphere in the image). Oh yes, I still need that “I” of the ego. It is becoming more trusting of the self that is the real me. I am more conscious of of an inner voice partnership, the “s”/”S”; I AM truly grateful for all the unloading of the Indwelling Spirit. The white bird-like images in the golden globe, a gift of the Indwelling Spirit=HOPE.
