I did a search of my achives using some of the key words shared in recent posts — those from sisters fairly unknown to me, as of yet. I found these words as part of a letter from my friend Thomas the Hermit. Perhaps there is an answer here somewhere …
“I have chosen to be a hermit — a spiritual advisor on the streets of Sacramento,
but that shows nothing of my passion.
I ask myself…
What is a successful friend, writer, teacher, artist, performer than one who comes as a servant of the listeners? If I can avoid the trap of being slave to any man or cloying demand, including hubris, then I can be a servant to all in need; make myself weak for the weak, outspoken against unjust law, compassionate against bigotry, and a sword of modeled charity against vengeance and selflessness. If I can make myself servant to all, then I can possibly be something to one who is touched — probably in silence — huddled in fear and self imposed darkness.
Yet, perhaps it is only vanity — I pray for guidance.
This is a journey, or quest, upon whose path I have barely stepped. I will stumble and fail, I may also share in the blessings of escape from wrestled will and tormented echoes of mind.
As I help others I also help myself, such is the shadow reflection of humanity. How much do I really have to know of myself then to begin? If the greatest learning environment for self is the melting pot of brush with other divine, confused spirits, then how can I dare wait.
Actually it is not a choice, as I walk, sing, smile I am already doing this work, both for others and self. I chuckle at those who say, “prepare yourself.” It has already begun.”