Week 8: Boomerang Blessing

Exactly eight weeks ago today, the simple trajectory of my afternoon walk to buy a can of enchilada sauce and a chunk of queso was violently interrupted. I have called this season a complex soul journey of paradox. This past weekend has been the roughest yet. It’s tough to trust that inside this experience, more gifts of blessing wait.

This morning as I wondered how to post authentically about this, I discovered this forgotten piece I wrote back in 2016.

Somehow my writing rebounds back as a boomerang blessing for me today!

Maybe you can find some gift it brings for your journey today.

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‘Boomerang Blessing’

Carol Kortsch

This blessing comes back after you have thrown it away

After your resistance

After the anger

After the pouting passivity.

When you are weary of crossed arms

And shut doors

And windows that slam on your hope.

After you have stubbed your soul

And tripped over your shadow.

When you are so tired there is no strength left to protect you.

You might notice the love coming back,

At least a tiny breath of color

On the edge of a whisper.

After all the shouting

When you are ready to breathe again,

And empty enough to inhale goodness.

You will notice how the light feels on your face.

How this blessing does not intrude

But rests gently on your heart

And warms the cavern of disappointment.

Maybe your cup will not overflow today,

But savor a tiny sip.

Somewhere deep inside, the blessing rests.

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Read this poem again and notice which line holds your attention.

Allow the energy of those words to steady you today in this season of deep change.

Oh, and feel free to boomerang back some words of inspiration to me so I know you’re finding these posts meaningful!

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