Read Matthew 2:1-12

“… they set out; and there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen at its rising until it stopped over the place where the child was.” (v.9)

This year let’s commit to living from a place of Epiphany. We’ll willingly travel the in-between way making hope and sifting new experiences out of old ways. We’ll watch for signs of truth, even if it makes us uncomfortable. We’ll stop and wait, even when we want progress or success or the satisfaction of completion.

We’ll follow a wild star. This star is a treasure of the darkness, a rising awareness. It beckons. It hides. It moves us and invites us to pause.

What we need is curiosity. This wisdom capacity defines the in-between way. We learn to trust its strength, its knowing, its desire. It is wild. It is not our own. It belongs to the common good. It has no home. It unnerves us even as it compels us. It leads us to a new way of seeing things.

What practices sharpen your senses to listen deeply to the beckoning of curiosity?
What obstacles need to be removed so you trust your own innate sensitivity to curiosity?
How would you define the “in-between way” in your circumstance?
Ponder ways curiosity belongs to the common good?

Where in your body does curiosity lead from? Be curious about this. Bring you attention to your eyes, throat, solar plexus, spine, arm, hand etc and see if you can find the tug of curiosity like a wild star showing you what to read next, or explore, or pray about, or write or see.

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  1. There are many mornings that I am eager to face the day , get outdoors, walk to watch the sunrise or just open the blinds to look out beyond the confines of walls. My mind is full of mixed thoughts, searching ,wondering, curious and seeking truth. There is much to learn. Many things are constantly changing and some remain the same.

  2. Thank you. You describe a helpful orientation to curiosity.

  3. During a Whole Body Focusing session with mentor- partner m, I found myself looking staring at my hand- wrinkled and veined like my Mom’s in her elder years. That led to a exploration and conversion about ancestors and all we inherit from them down through the ages. I am left with gratitude for what my ancestors have given me and a sense of wonder at all our hands are able to. That in turn reminds of the Sacred’s presence and work in all of creation… a gift of epiphany. Thank you, Janice and Joan for stirring my curiosity.

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