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…
Category: Musings
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”Pandemic Catch-Up: Change
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For the first time in almost 2 years I am sitting in my favorite coffee shop, discerning which of my hasty scribbles has the potential to mean something to others in the world.
Many things are different, a mixed bag of change. I have my mask dutifully strapped to my ears, although my ears are pretty used to it. The baristas who knew my name are nowhere to be found, which is a little sad. The chickens that used to frequent this parking lot have been relocated (jury’s out for me on that one but I think I miss them too). I have a daughter where before I had only sons, and now you have an explanation for the long absence!
Things are different, but here I am! I hope these somewhat belated posts will encourage and challenge as we continue to walk out this long, global pandemic story together. I also hope to return to writing more regularly, because it is good for my soul and this has been a long year for my soul.
Continue reading “Pandemic Catch-Up: Change”The Rest of Creation
A year ago, while sheltering in place, I experienced a strange, new kind of rest.
Continue reading “The Rest of Creation”A Reflection for Indigenous People’s Day
I drafted this on Indigenous People’s Day, but wasn’t able to get it finished and posted until now. I offer this imperfect, searching reflection on the toll of perpetuating injustice.
Continue reading “A Reflection for Indigenous People’s Day”When It All Unravels
I planned to return to the blog with a piece about what I have been learning during shelter in place, but the events of the last few weeks can’t be put off until a more convenient time. And so, I hope you will accept this poem as an offering, a moment of soul-searching as I listen to the cries for justice happening across my nation, and an invitation to my community to listen well and seek clarity of vision as these events unfold.
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