How does doubt affect me when grief knocks on my door?
At the Poetry Friday Roundup on November 2nd, one of Tricia Stohr-Hunt's lines in her burning haibun prose struck me. "I am only moving, carrying the weight of my own doubt." I immediately paused to reflect on this thought and evening dreams (sometimes nightmares) that have been burdening me. I knew that I needed to be mindful. A mindful pause led to an intense pondering of my initial question above. With raw thoughts that fell from my heart, I quickly wrote a Golden Shovel poem using Tricia's lines below in italics as my strike line.
Thank you Patricia J. Franz for hosting this month's Spiritual Journey Thursday that focuses on doubt. I also thank you for sharing the insightful article,“The Drawer Where I Keep My Doubts” .
"Doubt, hesitation, unfinished questions, 'small hauntings'—
these aren’t failures of willpower, but the raw material of growth." -Jeff DeGraff, Professor, author, essayist
Patricia asked an excellent question.
"Where does doubt fit into your spiritual journey?"
The word, doubt, has been like a seed waiting to grow. It took root long before my husband passed away. It came and went like a roaring storm that gave no warning. Sometimes, it lingered in my mind without me knowing it. Other times, I pushed it aside when I found inspirational thoughts that gave me hope, such as the one below.
And so, friends, I am ready to move on once again, regardless of doubts that I hope to toss away. I look forward to reading your blog posts on doubt. Enjoy the coming weekend.
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