When we find our wells of Peace running dry
The world, within and without, misaligned
Into despair, the Incarnate Child
Brings his Hope and his Way Continue reading “Manger Song”
Seen
Destitute.
Strung out?
Crouching on the curb
Bare feet, thin blanket
Still, quiet
People see, pass carefully
Afraid? Disgusted?
One gives pause
Passes by like everyone else
Recipe for brown-butter scrambled eggs
Why wait until the weekend for a lovely twist on a classic dish?
This recipe is easy enough for everyday use!
Step 1
In a small saucepan
Begin to melt a pat of butter
Step 2
Here’s where you can add your own flair
A bit of personality to the dish!
Hear something crash in the background –
Investigate –
or
Escape for a moment in an interesting article –
Best if it’s longform –
or
Finish packing lunches –
For as many people as your house holds –
or
Pick up the living room –
Just until it’s clean, mind you –
or
You get the idea.
Ashes and Weeds
Originally posted on In Pursuit of More:
On this day of ashes, I am keenly aware of the weeds. I dig my fingers into the earth, steadily rocking the stem back and forth until its root finally gives way. I toss the newly eradicated dandelion onto a foot-high stack of discarded greenery and dig back…
The End of Fire Season
Autumn is my favorite season, but here in Northern California I have learned to thrive in winter, when rain dampens the threat of wildfires.
In the midst of drought, an ever-lengthening fire season, and the annual stress of smoke and nixle alerts, I am grateful for the early storms that allowed us to enjoy fall in safety this year.
This early end to fire season confused all the plants, so we basically had fall and spring at the same time. Flowers bloomed as the leaves turned beautiful colors. I’ve never seen anything quite like it!
This autumn was a breath of relief, a good gift to our communities, and this poem is my celebration of that gift.
May you and your loved ones also enjoy peace and security this holiday season!
Continue reading “The End of Fire Season”cry yes
Back in college, I read global news every day. I was hungry to know more about the world, to be engaged in humanity’s struggles. At some point, the number of problems got too huge for me to process, and now I’m pickier about what news I read. I don’t want to be bombarded with stories designed to put me in a spiral of despair, but at the same time I don’t want to be in ignorance!
These days, the news reminds me of our great need for a solid foundation on which to build a reconciled world. The work of reconciliation between persons and peoples and creation itself is too difficult to build on anything less than the rock of reconciliation with God! At the same time, we mustn’t sit around on the foundation singing nice songs and pretending the work is done.
I didn’t write this poem for Advent, but it seems appropriate somehow. As the darkness of winter reflects the darkness of a desperate world, so each little candle we light illuminates the One who brings light to otherwise impenetrable darkness.
Entering into our flood of pain and failed solutions, the Christ child is God’s great “Yes!” in a world of human “No”.
Continue reading “cry yes”Normal Has Wings
Last weekend, I drove to work with two jars of muddy water in my car. The illustration was simple: the human soul is like a jar of river water. Shake it up and everything gets murky, let it settle and we can see more clearly. Of everything I said in my seminar that night, participants remember the jars of water best.
I first encountered this illustration in Ruth Haley Barton’s book, Invitation to Solitude and Silence. It was my junior year of college and the reality of future changes loomed. God used that book to name the chaos in my soul and invite me to live differently.
I wish I could say I’ve been faithful to God’s invitation to silence as a regular practice, but that just isn’t true. Much of my life is lived in a chaotic sort of normal, and times of silence are more often a treat than my bread and butter. Most days I cave to the easy but hollow forms of rest offered by my phone apps rather than reaching for practices that truly still the chaos.
Silence is way to chart a new course for my soul, and silence is a place of clarity I need right now as I navigate a world permanently altered by the pandemic. What about you?
Continue reading “Normal Has Wings”Pandemic Catch-Up: New Normal
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3:00AM
The clock glared red and unforgiving. Having little experience with middle of the night wakefulness, I took my spiritual director’s long-ago advice to get up and pray. As I lit a candle in the inky-black living room, I discovered just how blinding a tiny flame can be under the right circumstances!
Navigating post-quarantine life is a lot like that candle. I have some bright, burning convictions and the rest is all darkness and trying not to bump into anything while I grope my way down the hall. Sometimes even the convictions feel blinding because they are so clear and the rest is in the shadows.
Continue reading “Pandemic Catch-Up: New Normal”Pandemic Catch-Up: 2020 Vision
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Two years ago my only context for ‘2020’ was my vision. I have worn corrective lenses most of my life to compensate for the staggering inability of my left eye to make sense of the world. The first time I put on glasses, I was dazzled by the colors of the trees, so much brighter when you consider every leaf instead of just a mass of fuzzy green.
The year 2020 was more than just a hard time, it disrupted the normal flow of the world to such a degree that the world became visible in a new way. It is appropriately numbered.
I have hesitated to post some of the pieces I wrote early in 2020 because they are raw and angry. That’s not usually my blogging vibe. But sometimes the proper response to injustice is raw anger and we figure out what to do with it later.
Continue reading “Pandemic Catch-Up: 2020 Vision”