Longing in our blindness

By Marian McKone, guest author

photo by Carolina Pimenta / unsplash

“May we see our own blindness
and be loosed from every constriction...”

— Alexander John Shaia

“Through the grace of The Christos
may we see our own blindness and
be loosed from every constriction
that locks us away from
Our True Nature,
Greater Love and All Eternity.”

— A prayer from Alexander John Shaia:

It is the middle of Lent.  The days are lengthening; there is more daylight and yet I am weighed down. This weekend holds the darkness of this month’s new moon phase, a passing darkness. This week also brought back to our attention the murder of George Floyd.  As the trial draws near I am aware anew that I am a white woman who has lived her whole life in enormous privilege.  I am exploring where I am blind about racism, what I cannot see.  This is a reflection that asks questions about this difficult topic without bringing any resolution. 

One of the ways sight is diminished is in the use of words. One pair of words captures…