Searching for Sacred

“Blessed are the peacemakers . . ..”  I turn 38 tomorrow.   As I think of 38 – late thirties, two years to forty, middle age, 20 year high school reunion, etc. I feel myself shifting into a new state.   I spent a lot of years gazing at my navel searching for my identity.   A lot of years spent in school avoiding my fear of failure.   My motto, “When I get ___________ figured out/accomplished, then I will start doing something.”   A lot of time spent waiting and preparing before I could really start living.   And perhaps this is what the first part of life is about – figuring out who we are and what role we are to play in the human story.   Maybe it is that am now in my late thirties, but something is nudging me to stop waiting and start doing.     This is not to say nothing has been accomplished to date or that the past is irrelevant, but I am noticing a different kind of stirring and it started with hearing the phrase, “Bl...