Monday, September 30, 2019
Same Spot
I've noticed...I try to consistently put certain things in the same spot—otherwise I end up wasting too much time and energy trying to find them.
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Common Identity
It is a first-class human tragedy that peoples of the earth who claim to believe in the message of Jesus whom they describe as the Prince of Peace show little of that belief in actual practice.
-- Gandhi
The primary problem is that our identities are too small. We tend to rely most on our smaller, cultural identities and ignore our larger, common identity as members of the body of Christ. . . . Indeed, adopting a common identity is the key to tearing down cultural divisions and working toward reconciliation.
-- Christena Cleveland
-- Gandhi
The primary problem is that our identities are too small. We tend to rely most on our smaller, cultural identities and ignore our larger, common identity as members of the body of Christ. . . . Indeed, adopting a common identity is the key to tearing down cultural divisions and working toward reconciliation.
-- Christena Cleveland
Saturday, September 28, 2019
Everyone's Approval
Friday, September 27, 2019
When will we learn?
When will we learn?
It’s essential that we make new mistakes.
We don’t make nearly enough of them. Not enough original effort, not enough generous intent, not enough daring in search of something better.
But at the same time, we need to stop making the old mistakes again and again. What did you expect to happen when you did the very same thing that didn’t work last time?
For some of us, it’s more frightening to do something new than it is to retry something that failed.
-- Seth Godin
It’s essential that we make new mistakes.
We don’t make nearly enough of them. Not enough original effort, not enough generous intent, not enough daring in search of something better.
But at the same time, we need to stop making the old mistakes again and again. What did you expect to happen when you did the very same thing that didn’t work last time?
For some of us, it’s more frightening to do something new than it is to retry something that failed.
-- Seth Godin
Thursday, September 26, 2019
Not Trying To Convince Them
-- Kathy Escobar
Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Doesn't Matter
We should never believe that what we are doing right now doesn't matter.
Even if it looks like no one is being impacted, I am.
At any given moment, I may be asked to respond to something, to give something, to be something—whether I was expecting it or not. I never know who that may be or what all may be going on for that person or group. It could be someone I know or someone I've never met—either way, my assumptions about my current state impact my availability to myself and, thereby, to others.
Nothing is ever not happening, in me or someone else. It is important to know that we are always inter-connected to everything else—whether we have current, direct evidence of that or not.
Even if it looks like no one is being impacted, I am.
At any given moment, I may be asked to respond to something, to give something, to be something—whether I was expecting it or not. I never know who that may be or what all may be going on for that person or group. It could be someone I know or someone I've never met—either way, my assumptions about my current state impact my availability to myself and, thereby, to others.
Nothing is ever not happening, in me or someone else. It is important to know that we are always inter-connected to everything else—whether we have current, direct evidence of that or not.
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
All We Have Left
Monday, September 23, 2019
Just One Thing
I've noticed...when I am procrastinating, the best thing I can do—is just one thing. It is often the size or scope of the whole thing that slows me down.
But, if I just do one thing—take one step; that seems to make taking the next step easier. And, that accumulates more quickly than it otherwise would. In other words, 3 small (one each day?) steps towards something often gets me further than waiting a week for a time when I can do the whole thing at once. All I really need to do is just one thing—not the whole thing—just one thing.
But, if I just do one thing—take one step; that seems to make taking the next step easier. And, that accumulates more quickly than it otherwise would. In other words, 3 small (one each day?) steps towards something often gets me further than waiting a week for a time when I can do the whole thing at once. All I really need to do is just one thing—not the whole thing—just one thing.
Sunday, September 22, 2019
Saturday, September 21, 2019
Friday, September 20, 2019
Down By the Carib Sea (VI: Sunset in the Tropics)
'Poem for the week' -- "Down By the Carib Sea (VI: Sunset in the Tropics)":
A silver flash from the sinking sun,
Then a shot of crimson across the sky
That, bursting, lets a thousand colors fly
And riot among the clouds; they run,
Deepening in purple, flaming in gold,
Changing, and opening fold after fold,
Then fading through all of the tints of the rose into gray.
Till, taking quick fright at the coming night,
They rush out down the west,
In hurried quest
Of the fleeing day.
Now above where the tardiest color flares a moment yet,
One point of light, now two, now three are set
To form the starry stairs,—
And, in her firefly crown,
Queen Night, on velvet slippered feet, comes softly down.
-- James Weldon Johnson
Poetry says what prose sometimes can't.
A silver flash from the sinking sun,
Then a shot of crimson across the sky
That, bursting, lets a thousand colors fly
And riot among the clouds; they run,
Deepening in purple, flaming in gold,
Changing, and opening fold after fold,
Then fading through all of the tints of the rose into gray.
Till, taking quick fright at the coming night,
They rush out down the west,
In hurried quest
Of the fleeing day.
Now above where the tardiest color flares a moment yet,
One point of light, now two, now three are set
To form the starry stairs,—
And, in her firefly crown,
Queen Night, on velvet slippered feet, comes softly down.
-- James Weldon Johnson
Poetry says what prose sometimes can't.
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Real Power of Love
Instead of looking to a relationship for shelter, we could welcome its power to wake us up in areas of life where we are asleep and where we avoid naked, direct contact with life. This approach puts us on a path. It commits us to movement and change, providing forward direction by showing us exactly where we most need to grow. Embracing relationship as a path also gives us a practice: learning to use each difficulty along the way as an opportunity to go further, to connect more deeply, not just with our partner, but with our own aliveness as well.
By contrast, dreaming that love will save us, solve all our problems or provide a steady state of bliss or security only keeps us stuck in wishful fantasy, undermining the real power of love—which is to transform us. For our relationships to flourish, we need to see them in a new way—as a series of opportunities for developing greater awareness, discovering deeper truth, and becoming more fully human.
-- John Welwood
By contrast, dreaming that love will save us, solve all our problems or provide a steady state of bliss or security only keeps us stuck in wishful fantasy, undermining the real power of love—which is to transform us. For our relationships to flourish, we need to see them in a new way—as a series of opportunities for developing greater awareness, discovering deeper truth, and becoming more fully human.
-- John Welwood
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Really Teach? Do It.
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
Monday, September 16, 2019
Need To Be Needed
Ever noticed...some people seem to need to be needed?
And, if they’re not (needed), they don’t need you.
And, if they’re not (needed), they don’t need you.
Sunday, September 15, 2019
Stirs In You The Desire
It is Jesus that you seek when you dream of happiness; He is waiting for you when nothing else you find satisfies you; He is the beauty to which you are so attracted; it is He who provoked you with that thirst for fullness that will not let you settle for compromise; it is He who urges you to shed the masks of a false life; it is He who reads in your heart your most genuine choices, the choices that others try to stifle.
It is Jesus who stirs in you the desire to do something great with your lives, the will to follow an ideal, the refusal to allow yourselves to be ground down by mediocrity, the courage to commit yourselves humbly and patiently to improving yourselves and society, making the world more human and more fraternal.
-- Pope John Paul II
What is it that makes something feel alive? Context.
Context seems to be the ingredient that makes something, otherwise just there, felt. Take the observation above; pretty strong on its merits, but much more leveraged in the context of this:
It is Jesus who stirs in you the desire to do something great with your lives, the will to follow an ideal, the refusal to allow yourselves to be ground down by mediocrity, the courage to commit yourselves humbly and patiently to improving yourselves and society, making the world more human and more fraternal.
-- Pope John Paul II
What is it that makes something feel alive? Context.
Context seems to be the ingredient that makes something, otherwise just there, felt. Take the observation above; pretty strong on its merits, but much more leveraged in the context of this:
Saturday, September 14, 2019
Friday, September 13, 2019
Thursday, September 12, 2019
Not Knowledge
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Love Trusts You
Love trusts you. Not naively so, either.
Love says I love you, first—before you love me back—which reveals the true nature of love, because it is possible that you won't love back. It knows that; but, it loves anyway. Love lets you choose...love.
And, love knows that once you've discovered this, often only after becoming aware of how deeply you have misunderstood it, you will become love itself and capable of loving others. So, then, love grows.
This is because love trusts something deeper in another person, than the other person knows. It has been trusted; so, it knows it can trust. Love—trusting the deepest part of some else, even before they do.
Love says I love you, first—before you love me back—which reveals the true nature of love, because it is possible that you won't love back. It knows that; but, it loves anyway. Love lets you choose...love.
And, love knows that once you've discovered this, often only after becoming aware of how deeply you have misunderstood it, you will become love itself and capable of loving others. So, then, love grows.
This is because love trusts something deeper in another person, than the other person knows. It has been trusted; so, it knows it can trust. Love—trusting the deepest part of some else, even before they do.
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Unauthorized Views
Unauthorized views are, in effect, punished by incomprehension.
-- Alan Jacobs, How To Think
Ever heard something like, "I just don't understand what you're saying"? The point isn't that that shouldn't ever be possible (communication is often challenging, especially when we're in a hurry or working with complexity). The point is, what would be the natural response to something that is not understood? Wouldn't asking about it, being curious about it, pursuing it further...be the most natural response to something we don't understand? Yes, it would.
...unless the person (or group) really doesn't want to understand, in the first place. Ah, so that's when the statement above in effect.
It's just so much easier to not really think about things, isn't it?
-- Alan Jacobs, How To Think
Ever heard something like, "I just don't understand what you're saying"? The point isn't that that shouldn't ever be possible (communication is often challenging, especially when we're in a hurry or working with complexity). The point is, what would be the natural response to something that is not understood? Wouldn't asking about it, being curious about it, pursuing it further...be the most natural response to something we don't understand? Yes, it would.
...unless the person (or group) really doesn't want to understand, in the first place. Ah, so that's when the statement above in effect.
It's just so much easier to not really think about things, isn't it?
Monday, September 09, 2019
Drop Something
I’ve noticed...when I try to carry too many things at the same time, I tend to drop something.
Sunday, September 08, 2019
Still Being Created
On the whole we are not conscious of evolution, and we do not act as if our choices can influence the direction of evolution. . . . What will it take for us to realize that we are unfinished creatures who are in the process of being created? That our world is being created? That our church is being created? That Christ is being formed in us? . . . The good news of Jesus Christ is not so much what happens to us but what must be done by us. The choices we make for the future will create the future. We must reinvent ourselves in love.
-- Ilia Delio
A few years ago, I noticed a version of song lyrics referencing the Creator. It was in present tense and read, "The Creating One...". I have never forgotten it. There is something that rings true about the notion that a creator is someone that continues to create. And, it doesn't take much to notice that a lot of language and metaphor in the Bible (transformation, all things new, etc.) indicates that this is exactly what God is doing—has done AND continues to do. We are participants in this creation through things like choices, influence, and love.
-- Ilia Delio
A few years ago, I noticed a version of song lyrics referencing the Creator. It was in present tense and read, "The Creating One...". I have never forgotten it. There is something that rings true about the notion that a creator is someone that continues to create. And, it doesn't take much to notice that a lot of language and metaphor in the Bible (transformation, all things new, etc.) indicates that this is exactly what God is doing—has done AND continues to do. We are participants in this creation through things like choices, influence, and love.
Saturday, September 07, 2019
The Coddling of the American Mind
The NYU Stern professor noticed something happening on college campuses in 2014. Students began protesting speakers, equating speech with violence, and calling for safe spaces.
So he wrote a book. In The Coddling of the American Mind, Jonathan and his co-author Greg Lukianoff argue that Gen Zers are engaging in cognitive distortions and objecting to so many small things, they're actually making themselves weaker. Now, those problems may be graduating to the workplace with them.
There are two separate trends. One is the rise of anxiety and depression—that's happening at nearly all schools in the U.S. and Canada, as far as we can tell. Students are more fragile and easily discouraged. They expect more protection. Something really happened to kids born in 1996 and after.
Part of the problem is we began overprotecting kids in the 1990s from threats, mistakes, things that upset them. At the same time we let them on social media too young, which seems to cause many of them chronic stress about their social presentation.
The second trend, which is not nearly as widespread, is that fragility and anxiety get converted into political demands about speech as violence. Continue here....
-- Jonathan Haidt and Greg Lukianoff
So he wrote a book. In The Coddling of the American Mind, Jonathan and his co-author Greg Lukianoff argue that Gen Zers are engaging in cognitive distortions and objecting to so many small things, they're actually making themselves weaker. Now, those problems may be graduating to the workplace with them.
There are two separate trends. One is the rise of anxiety and depression—that's happening at nearly all schools in the U.S. and Canada, as far as we can tell. Students are more fragile and easily discouraged. They expect more protection. Something really happened to kids born in 1996 and after.
Part of the problem is we began overprotecting kids in the 1990s from threats, mistakes, things that upset them. At the same time we let them on social media too young, which seems to cause many of them chronic stress about their social presentation.
The second trend, which is not nearly as widespread, is that fragility and anxiety get converted into political demands about speech as violence. Continue here....
-- Jonathan Haidt and Greg Lukianoff
Friday, September 06, 2019
Bridge Called Water
'Poem for the week' -- "Bridge Called Water":
I wrote hard
on paper
at the bottom
of a pool
near a canyon
where the stars
slid onto their bellies
like fish
I wrote:
…
I went through
the mountain
through the leaves
of La Puente
to see the moon
but it was too late
too long ago
to walk on glass.
…
Near those years
when the house fell on me
my father told me
draw mom
in bed with
another man—
…
From a plum tree
the sound of branches
fall like fruit
I’m older
no longer afraid
my voice like water
pulled from the well
where the wind had been buried
where someone was always
running into my room
asking, what’s wrong?
-- Diana Marie Delgado
From the author:
“In most of my poems, the structure comes last and that was the case for this one: an inverted narrative that begins with a denouement and ends with an experience of unspoken fear. The title, ‘Bridge Called Water,’ is connected to a dream I had in which on a bridge at the bottom of a canyon I met a man, who, in conversing with me, gave me an overwhelming sense of peace. However, that peace, although I did not realize this in the dream itself, was, I realized later, only attainable because I had died. The portion of the poem in which I sit with my father at a kitchen table actually took place and has stayed with me like a splinter; this poem presented me with the opportunity to take it out.”
I wrote hard
on paper
at the bottom
of a pool
near a canyon
where the stars
slid onto their bellies
like fish
I wrote:
…
I went through
the mountain
through the leaves
of La Puente
to see the moon
but it was too late
too long ago
to walk on glass.
…
Near those years
when the house fell on me
my father told me
draw mom
in bed with
another man—
…
From a plum tree
the sound of branches
fall like fruit
I’m older
no longer afraid
my voice like water
pulled from the well
where the wind had been buried
where someone was always
running into my room
asking, what’s wrong?
-- Diana Marie Delgado
From the author:
“In most of my poems, the structure comes last and that was the case for this one: an inverted narrative that begins with a denouement and ends with an experience of unspoken fear. The title, ‘Bridge Called Water,’ is connected to a dream I had in which on a bridge at the bottom of a canyon I met a man, who, in conversing with me, gave me an overwhelming sense of peace. However, that peace, although I did not realize this in the dream itself, was, I realized later, only attainable because I had died. The portion of the poem in which I sit with my father at a kitchen table actually took place and has stayed with me like a splinter; this poem presented me with the opportunity to take it out.”
Thursday, September 05, 2019
False Life
We bury the faint crackling of our inner fire underneath other safer noises and settle for a false life.
-- David Brooks
...we're loss averse. People hate losing something we already have more than we enjoy gaining something new.
-- Jessica Stillman
It is not only possible, but imperative, to fall through fear into love because that is the only way we will ever truly know what it means to be alive.
-- Cynthia Bourgeault
-- David Brooks
...we're loss averse. People hate losing something we already have more than we enjoy gaining something new.
-- Jessica Stillman
It is not only possible, but imperative, to fall through fear into love because that is the only way we will ever truly know what it means to be alive.
-- Cynthia Bourgeault
Wednesday, September 04, 2019
Tuesday, September 03, 2019
Monday, September 02, 2019
Nature Of Existence
I'm wondering...about the nature of existence—why have I imagined it the way I have? What has enculturated my imagination? What context, socially constructed influences, has shaped my understanding of existence?
It may be easy to downplay such ideas as mere contrivances, or even consider them as wrong; but, what else do we have or know without these contexts? Good or bad, they give us what we have and are the means by which come to know anything. Perhaps, there is more to learn from them (than there is to avoid) about the nature of existence. After all, we really do wonder about many things, don't we? We really don't have most of the answers. I think it is healthy to acknowledge what we wonder about, in part, so we can do more of it. Wonder has such a beautiful disposition built into it.
I've been reading more of Peter Wohlleben's book, The Hidden Life of Trees, this morning and perhaps this section is like some of the context of my thoughts above:
It may be easy to downplay such ideas as mere contrivances, or even consider them as wrong; but, what else do we have or know without these contexts? Good or bad, they give us what we have and are the means by which come to know anything. Perhaps, there is more to learn from them (than there is to avoid) about the nature of existence. After all, we really do wonder about many things, don't we? We really don't have most of the answers. I think it is healthy to acknowledge what we wonder about, in part, so we can do more of it. Wonder has such a beautiful disposition built into it.
I've been reading more of Peter Wohlleben's book, The Hidden Life of Trees, this morning and perhaps this section is like some of the context of my thoughts above:
Sunday, September 01, 2019
Saturday, August 31, 2019
Nonviolence
What does it mean to be nonviolent? Coming from the Hindu/Sanskrit word ahimsa, nonviolence was defined long ago as “causing no harm, no injury, no violence to any living creature.” But Mohandas Gandhi insisted that it means much more than that. He said nonviolence was the active, unconditional love toward others, the persistent pursuit of truth, the radical forgiveness toward those who hurt us, the steadfast resistance to every form of evil, and even the loving willingness to accept suffering in the struggle for justice without the desire for retaliation. . . .
Another way to understand nonviolence is to set it within the context of our identity. Practicing nonviolence means claiming our fundamental identity as the beloved [children] of the God of peace. . . . This is what Jesus taught: “Blessed are the peacemakers; they shall be called the sons and daughters of God [Matthew 5:9]. . . . Love your enemies and pray for your persecutors, then you shall be sons and daughters of the God who makes [the] sun rise on the good and the bad, and causes rain to fall on the just and the unjust” [Matthew 5:44-45]. In the context of his visionary nonviolence—radical peacemaking and love for enemies—Jesus speaks of being who we already are. He talks about our true identities as if they propel us to be people of loving nonviolence. . . .
Living nonviolence requires daily meditation, contemplation, study, concentration, and mindfulness. Just as mindlessness leads to violence, steady mindfulness and conscious awareness of our true identities lead to nonviolence and peace. . . . The social, economic, and political implications of this practice are astounding: if we are [children] of a loving Creator, then every human being is our [sibling], and we can never hurt anyone on earth ever again, much less be silent in the face of war, starvation, racism, sexism, nuclear weapons, systemic injustice and environmental destruction. . . .
Gandhi said Jesus practiced perfect nonviolence. If that’s true, then how . . . did he embody creative nonviolence so well? The answer can be found at the beginning of his story, at his baptism. . . . Jesus hears a voice say, “You are my beloved son; with you I am well pleased.” Unlike most of us, Jesus accepts this announcement of God’s love for him. He claims his true identity as the beloved son of the God of peace. From then on, he knows who he is. He’s faithful to this identity until the moment he dies. From the desert to the cross, he is faithful to who he is. He becomes who he is, and lives up to who he is, and so he acts publicly like God’s beloved.
-- John Dear
Another way to understand nonviolence is to set it within the context of our identity. Practicing nonviolence means claiming our fundamental identity as the beloved [children] of the God of peace. . . . This is what Jesus taught: “Blessed are the peacemakers; they shall be called the sons and daughters of God [Matthew 5:9]. . . . Love your enemies and pray for your persecutors, then you shall be sons and daughters of the God who makes [the] sun rise on the good and the bad, and causes rain to fall on the just and the unjust” [Matthew 5:44-45]. In the context of his visionary nonviolence—radical peacemaking and love for enemies—Jesus speaks of being who we already are. He talks about our true identities as if they propel us to be people of loving nonviolence. . . .
Living nonviolence requires daily meditation, contemplation, study, concentration, and mindfulness. Just as mindlessness leads to violence, steady mindfulness and conscious awareness of our true identities lead to nonviolence and peace. . . . The social, economic, and political implications of this practice are astounding: if we are [children] of a loving Creator, then every human being is our [sibling], and we can never hurt anyone on earth ever again, much less be silent in the face of war, starvation, racism, sexism, nuclear weapons, systemic injustice and environmental destruction. . . .
Gandhi said Jesus practiced perfect nonviolence. If that’s true, then how . . . did he embody creative nonviolence so well? The answer can be found at the beginning of his story, at his baptism. . . . Jesus hears a voice say, “You are my beloved son; with you I am well pleased.” Unlike most of us, Jesus accepts this announcement of God’s love for him. He claims his true identity as the beloved son of the God of peace. From then on, he knows who he is. He’s faithful to this identity until the moment he dies. From the desert to the cross, he is faithful to who he is. He becomes who he is, and lives up to who he is, and so he acts publicly like God’s beloved.
-- John Dear
Friday, August 30, 2019
Thursday, August 29, 2019
Social Reconstruction
Single cases of unhappiness are inevitable in our frail human life; but when there are millions of them, all running along well-defined grooves, reducible to certain laws, then this misery is not individual, but a social matter, due to causes in the structure of our society and curable only by social reconstruction.
-- Walter Rauchenbusch
Look up when Rouchenbusch lived AND the context about which he was speaking.
The psalms remind us that the way we judge each other, with harsh words and acts of vengeance, constitutes injustice, and they remind us that it is the powerless in society who are overwhelmed when injustice becomes institutionalized. . . .
In expressing all the complexities and contradictions of human experience, the psalms act as good psychologists. They defeat our tendency to try to be holy without being human first.
-- Kathleen Norris
-- Walter Rauchenbusch
Look up when Rouchenbusch lived AND the context about which he was speaking.
The psalms remind us that the way we judge each other, with harsh words and acts of vengeance, constitutes injustice, and they remind us that it is the powerless in society who are overwhelmed when injustice becomes institutionalized. . . .
In expressing all the complexities and contradictions of human experience, the psalms act as good psychologists. They defeat our tendency to try to be holy without being human first.
-- Kathleen Norris
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
So Little Empathy
Monday, August 26, 2019
Sometimes
I've noticed...sometimes I feel the rare, yet raw surge of life pulsing through me—everything is bright and alive. I feel hyper-aware of the brilliance, power, and danger of being (and, I suppose, of being too much, if that is possible). Is it chemical? Biological? Spiritual? Whatever the cause, I feel quite alive.
At other times, everything seems laboriously slow, seems to hurt, feels devoid of meaning, without any legitimate prospect of hope—I feel dead.
Oddly, sometimes these rather contrasting times are not too far apart. Other times these feel more like seasons, which will only end because they theoretically do.
Sometimes I wonder what this means.
Sometimes I don't.
Is this just me? Are we dead and alive at the same time?
At other times, everything seems laboriously slow, seems to hurt, feels devoid of meaning, without any legitimate prospect of hope—I feel dead.
Oddly, sometimes these rather contrasting times are not too far apart. Other times these feel more like seasons, which will only end because they theoretically do.
Sometimes I wonder what this means.
Sometimes I don't.
Is this just me? Are we dead and alive at the same time?
Sunday, August 25, 2019
YHWH's Image
'Poem for the week' -- “YHWH's Image”:
And YHWH sat in the dust, bone weary after
days of strenuous making, during which He,
now and again, would pause to consider the
way things were shaping up. Time also would
pause upon these strange durations; it would
lean back on its haunches, close its marble
eyes, appear to doze.
But then YHWH Himself finally sat on the
dewy lawn—the first stage of his work all but
finished—He took in a great breath laced with
all lush odors of creation. It made him almost
giddy.
As He exhaled, a sigh and sweet mist spread out
from him, settling over the earth. In that
obscurity, YHWH sat for an appalling interval,
so extreme that even Time opened its eyes, and
once, despite itself, let its tail twitch. Then
YHWH lay back, running His hands over the
damp grasses, and in deep contemplation
reached into the soil, lifting great handsful of
trembling clay to His lips, which parted to
avail another breath.
With this clay He began to coat His shins,
cover His thighs, His chest. He continued this
layering, and, when He had been wholly
interred, He parted the clay at His side, and
retreated from it, leaving the image of Himself
to wander in what remained of that early
morning mist.
-- Scott Cairns, Recovered Body: Poems
God is in us.
And YHWH sat in the dust, bone weary after
days of strenuous making, during which He,
now and again, would pause to consider the
way things were shaping up. Time also would
pause upon these strange durations; it would
lean back on its haunches, close its marble
eyes, appear to doze.
But then YHWH Himself finally sat on the
dewy lawn—the first stage of his work all but
finished—He took in a great breath laced with
all lush odors of creation. It made him almost
giddy.
As He exhaled, a sigh and sweet mist spread out
from him, settling over the earth. In that
obscurity, YHWH sat for an appalling interval,
so extreme that even Time opened its eyes, and
once, despite itself, let its tail twitch. Then
YHWH lay back, running His hands over the
damp grasses, and in deep contemplation
reached into the soil, lifting great handsful of
trembling clay to His lips, which parted to
avail another breath.
With this clay He began to coat His shins,
cover His thighs, His chest. He continued this
layering, and, when He had been wholly
interred, He parted the clay at His side, and
retreated from it, leaving the image of Himself
to wander in what remained of that early
morning mist.
-- Scott Cairns, Recovered Body: Poems
God is in us.
Saturday, August 24, 2019
Friday, August 23, 2019
Knowing vs Belief
I really shouldn't even frame it like this—knowing vs belief—because many parts of each concept overlap each other.
But, there are some unique things to each.
It seems to me, the difference between belief and knowing is participation.
I can claim to believe something. But, if I don't actually participate with it, I don't really know it that well. I mostly just know about it.
For example, regarding my relationship with my wife, I don't say, I believe she loves me. Why not? Because I know she loves me.
How do I know?
Three things stand out to me that embody the idea of love:
But, there are some unique things to each.
It seems to me, the difference between belief and knowing is participation.
I can claim to believe something. But, if I don't actually participate with it, I don't really know it that well. I mostly just know about it.
For example, regarding my relationship with my wife, I don't say, I believe she loves me. Why not? Because I know she loves me.
How do I know?
Three things stand out to me that embody the idea of love:
- Mercy
- Firmness (Integrity, or Strength)
- Forgiveness
Thursday, August 22, 2019
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Influence Us
Tuesday, August 20, 2019
LT: Power & Relationships
Monday, August 19, 2019
Details
I've noticed...certain things about details.
Some don't tend to stick to me. Unless there's a reason for them to adhere (like pain), it seems timing details for me tend to fall into a big pot somewhere. They're there, they're around; but, they tend to melt into something rather indistinguishable.
On the other hand, there are also some details that seem to fasten themselves to me for years—these are often related to how something or someone made me feel. Or, ones that make me wonder how I made someone else feel.
Some don't tend to stick to me. Unless there's a reason for them to adhere (like pain), it seems timing details for me tend to fall into a big pot somewhere. They're there, they're around; but, they tend to melt into something rather indistinguishable.
On the other hand, there are also some details that seem to fasten themselves to me for years—these are often related to how something or someone made me feel. Or, ones that make me wonder how I made someone else feel.
Sunday, August 18, 2019
Self-Hatred
Self-hatred is also the hatred of God, because God and ourselves are united.
-- Thomas Keating
Just remember, on the practical level, the Christian Church was much more influenced by Plato than it was by Jesus.
-- Fr. Larry Landini
Besides, there is something (God?) about the beauty of things, like the wonder of this morning's good rain, that calls out to us not to (hate ourselves).
-- Thomas Keating
Just remember, on the practical level, the Christian Church was much more influenced by Plato than it was by Jesus.
-- Fr. Larry Landini
Besides, there is something (God?) about the beauty of things, like the wonder of this morning's good rain, that calls out to us not to (hate ourselves).
Saturday, August 17, 2019
Friday, August 16, 2019
Thursday, August 15, 2019
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Best Teachers
Monday, August 12, 2019
Sunday, August 11, 2019
Can Make Him A Saint
Dismiss all anger and look into yourself a little. Remember that he of whom you are speaking is your brother, and as he is in the way of salvation, God can make him a saint, in spite of his present weakness.
-- St. Thomas of Villanova
Hope is openness to surprise.
-- Brother David Steindl-Rast
-- St. Thomas of Villanova
Hope is openness to surprise.
-- Brother David Steindl-Rast
Saturday, August 10, 2019
Friday, August 09, 2019
A Certain Contempt
This seems fitting in light of this week's posts, especially in the context of the recent mass-shootings, because religion is often used to help bring and maintain sway to such things:
To those who need profound succor and strength to enable them to live in the present with dignity and creativity, Christianity often has been sterile and of little avail. The conventional Christian word is muffled, confused, and vague. Too often the price exacted by society for security and respectability is that the Christian movement in its formal expression must be on the side of the strong against the weak. This is a matter of tremendous significance, for it reveals to what extent a religion that was born of a people acquainted with persecution and suffering has become the cornerstone of a civilization and of nations whose very position in modern life has too often been secured by a ruthless use of power applied to weak and defenseless peoples.
It is not a singular thing to hear a sermon that defines what should be the attitude of the Christian toward people who are less fortunate than himself. Again and again our missionary appeal is on the basis of the Christian responsibility to the needy, the ignorant, and the so-called backward peoples of the earth. There is a certain grandeur and nobility in administering to another’s need out of one’s fullness and plenty. . . . It is certainly to the glory of Christianity that it has been most insistent on the point of responsibility to others whose only claim upon one is the height and depth of their need. This impulse at the heart of Christianity is the human will to share with others what one has found meaningful to oneself elevated to the height of a moral imperative. But there is a lurking danger in this very emphasis. It is exceedingly difficult to hold oneself free from a certain contempt for those whose predicament makes moral appeal for defense and succor. It is the sin of pride and arrogance that has tended to vitiate the missionary impulse and to make of it an instrument of self-righteousness on the one hand and racial superiority on the other.
That is one reason why, again and again, there is no basic relationship between the simple practice of brotherhood in the commonplace relations of life and the ethical pretensions of our faith. It has long been a matter of serious moment that for decades we have studied the various peoples of the world and those who live as our neighbors as objects of missionary endeavor and enterprise without being at all willing to treat them either as brothers or as human beings. I say this without rancor, because it is not an issue in which vicious human beings are involved. But it is one of the subtle perils of a religion which calls attention—to the point of overemphasis, sometimes—to one’s obligation to administer to human need.
-- Howard Thurman, Jesus and the Disinherited
To those who need profound succor and strength to enable them to live in the present with dignity and creativity, Christianity often has been sterile and of little avail. The conventional Christian word is muffled, confused, and vague. Too often the price exacted by society for security and respectability is that the Christian movement in its formal expression must be on the side of the strong against the weak. This is a matter of tremendous significance, for it reveals to what extent a religion that was born of a people acquainted with persecution and suffering has become the cornerstone of a civilization and of nations whose very position in modern life has too often been secured by a ruthless use of power applied to weak and defenseless peoples.
It is not a singular thing to hear a sermon that defines what should be the attitude of the Christian toward people who are less fortunate than himself. Again and again our missionary appeal is on the basis of the Christian responsibility to the needy, the ignorant, and the so-called backward peoples of the earth. There is a certain grandeur and nobility in administering to another’s need out of one’s fullness and plenty. . . . It is certainly to the glory of Christianity that it has been most insistent on the point of responsibility to others whose only claim upon one is the height and depth of their need. This impulse at the heart of Christianity is the human will to share with others what one has found meaningful to oneself elevated to the height of a moral imperative. But there is a lurking danger in this very emphasis. It is exceedingly difficult to hold oneself free from a certain contempt for those whose predicament makes moral appeal for defense and succor. It is the sin of pride and arrogance that has tended to vitiate the missionary impulse and to make of it an instrument of self-righteousness on the one hand and racial superiority on the other.
That is one reason why, again and again, there is no basic relationship between the simple practice of brotherhood in the commonplace relations of life and the ethical pretensions of our faith. It has long been a matter of serious moment that for decades we have studied the various peoples of the world and those who live as our neighbors as objects of missionary endeavor and enterprise without being at all willing to treat them either as brothers or as human beings. I say this without rancor, because it is not an issue in which vicious human beings are involved. But it is one of the subtle perils of a religion which calls attention—to the point of overemphasis, sometimes—to one’s obligation to administer to human need.
-- Howard Thurman, Jesus and the Disinherited
Thursday, August 08, 2019
Wednesday, August 07, 2019
Drug Of Choice
I think our drug of choice these days is knowing who we're better than.
The answer is not more opinions and more talk; in the end, opinions and talk are not the same thing as action. It’s the question that needs to change. The question can’t remain, what do they (other people—congress, the communities of the people directly impacted, etc.) need to do about this?
That IS the problem (drug?).
This is not somebody else's issue—it's OUR issue. The answer can only come from me questioning myself. It needs to start with me—what do I need to do about this?
-- Nadia Bolz-Weber
The answer is not more opinions and more talk; in the end, opinions and talk are not the same thing as action. It’s the question that needs to change. The question can’t remain, what do they (other people—congress, the communities of the people directly impacted, etc.) need to do about this?
That IS the problem (drug?).
This is not somebody else's issue—it's OUR issue. The answer can only come from me questioning myself. It needs to start with me—what do I need to do about this?
Tuesday, August 06, 2019
LT: Won't Take Responsibility
Monday, August 05, 2019
Sunday, August 04, 2019
Saturday, August 03, 2019
Friday, August 02, 2019
Little Use
You’re of little use to someone else (especially, but not limited to times of need), if you haven’t been taking care of your own self.
Health, of any kind, is often the result of one choice at a time (just as in unhealth).
Health, of any kind, is often the result of one choice at a time (just as in unhealth).
Thursday, August 01, 2019
Courage To Lose Sight
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Many Things You Don’t Want To Do
Many things you don’t want to do are actually ways for you to get better or stronger.
Monday, July 29, 2019
Mowing The Grass
I've noticed...when I mow the grass, I sometimes complain and feel sorry for myself.
Maybe that's because I think no one will notice or hear me.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking that such things are bad. But, I’ve been wondering if I need to do such things more often (no, I'm not referring to mowing the grass...). Because complaining and feeling sorry for myself seems to lead me to other things—like being more honest about the impact life is having on me. And, that seems to lead me toward compassion for the impact of life on others. I need to feel life's impact on me; feeling things keeps me alive and attentive, to myself and to others.
I need to acknowledge the basic-ness of my humanity; that I feel things, too; that I don't live above the drama of life; that I'm fully in and fully feeling the fray of human existence. Being human is what I need to most be.
Mowing the grass is really a first-world thing; so, perhaps it is really the physical labor that provides the opportunity, to complain AND to be more fully...human.
Maybe that's because I think no one will notice or hear me.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking that such things are bad. But, I’ve been wondering if I need to do such things more often (no, I'm not referring to mowing the grass...). Because complaining and feeling sorry for myself seems to lead me to other things—like being more honest about the impact life is having on me. And, that seems to lead me toward compassion for the impact of life on others. I need to feel life's impact on me; feeling things keeps me alive and attentive, to myself and to others.
I need to acknowledge the basic-ness of my humanity; that I feel things, too; that I don't live above the drama of life; that I'm fully in and fully feeling the fray of human existence. Being human is what I need to most be.
Mowing the grass is really a first-world thing; so, perhaps it is really the physical labor that provides the opportunity, to complain AND to be more fully...human.
Sunday, July 28, 2019
Have The Power
We have been given God in our souls and Christ in our flesh. We have the power to believe where others deny, to hope where others despair, to love where others hurt.
-- Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel
-- Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel
Saturday, July 27, 2019
Friday, July 26, 2019
The Creative Drive
'Poem for the week' -- "The Creative Drive":
A recent study found that poems increased
the sale price of a home by close to $9,000.
The years, however, have not been kind to poems.
The Northeast has lost millions of poems,
reducing the canopy. Just a few days ago,
high winds knocked a poem onto a power line
a few blocks from my house.
I had not expected to lose so many at once.
“We’ve created a system that is not healthy
for poems,” said someone. Over the next thirty years,
there won’t be any poems where there are overhead wires.
Some poems may stay as a nuisance,
as a gorgeous marker of time.
-- Catherine Barnett
From the author:
“Thinking about literary influence, I wanted to write an ars poetica out of a day’s New York Times. I turned first to the Real Estate section, which would, I figured, be least poetic and therefore most challenging. It was a fortuitous mistake—there I found Ronda Kaysen’s thoughtful lament about the fate of trees in her New Jersey suburb; her article provided the raw material for this cento (with substitutions). I tip my hat to all of the Times reporters, to whom we are indebted for their excellent and very real reporting (along with environmentalist Mike Brick and forester John Linson, whose quotes also slip into the poem). I tip my hat to all trees, which, like poems, prove simultaneously fragile and resilient.”
A recent study found that poems increased
the sale price of a home by close to $9,000.
The years, however, have not been kind to poems.
The Northeast has lost millions of poems,
reducing the canopy. Just a few days ago,
high winds knocked a poem onto a power line
a few blocks from my house.
I had not expected to lose so many at once.
“We’ve created a system that is not healthy
for poems,” said someone. Over the next thirty years,
there won’t be any poems where there are overhead wires.
Some poems may stay as a nuisance,
as a gorgeous marker of time.
-- Catherine Barnett
From the author:
“Thinking about literary influence, I wanted to write an ars poetica out of a day’s New York Times. I turned first to the Real Estate section, which would, I figured, be least poetic and therefore most challenging. It was a fortuitous mistake—there I found Ronda Kaysen’s thoughtful lament about the fate of trees in her New Jersey suburb; her article provided the raw material for this cento (with substitutions). I tip my hat to all of the Times reporters, to whom we are indebted for their excellent and very real reporting (along with environmentalist Mike Brick and forester John Linson, whose quotes also slip into the poem). I tip my hat to all trees, which, like poems, prove simultaneously fragile and resilient.”
Thursday, July 25, 2019
Accurate Mirror
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
Generalizations
Some people seem to be easily pissed off by generalizations—perhaps because they don’t feel accurately represented by whatever is being generalized. We live in a time when this is important to recognize because we have, in fact, over-stayed our welcome with our generalizations.
That doesn’t make all generalizations untrue (though, some truly are...untrue), it simply reveals that there are ranges to things; there is variety, there are alternatives and, yes, there are patterns that are true (generally).
That doesn’t make all generalizations untrue (though, some truly are...untrue), it simply reveals that there are ranges to things; there is variety, there are alternatives and, yes, there are patterns that are true (generally).
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
Monday, July 22, 2019
Threats
I've noticed...that as they get older people tend to become preoccupied by potential threats in life.
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Saturday, July 20, 2019
A Privilege To Sleep With Someone
It's a privilege to sleep with someone.
OK, I might now have the attention of some. It struck me the other day what a privilege it is to be able to have a relationship with someone for many years, not to mention the extent to which that is true about someone you sleep with (like a spouse) for that long, too. Perhaps, another way to put it is, it is a privilege to love another person, especially over a long period of time.
When you consider what that involves; the vulnerability at so many levels, the risk, the imposition, the challenges, the forgiveness, the joy...loving someone is as much a wonder as being loved by someone.
OK, I might now have the attention of some. It struck me the other day what a privilege it is to be able to have a relationship with someone for many years, not to mention the extent to which that is true about someone you sleep with (like a spouse) for that long, too. Perhaps, another way to put it is, it is a privilege to love another person, especially over a long period of time.
When you consider what that involves; the vulnerability at so many levels, the risk, the imposition, the challenges, the forgiveness, the joy...loving someone is as much a wonder as being loved by someone.
Friday, July 19, 2019
Thursday, July 18, 2019
Not Understanding Ourselves
For the most part all [our] trials and disturbances come from our not understanding ourselves.
-- Saint Teresa of Ávila
-- Saint Teresa of Ávila
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Thinking
Truth be told, there may not be that much great thinking going on—a lot of thinking, perhaps, but not much of it great.
But, as indicting as that may sound, it usually takes a lot of thinking of one kind or another to get to great thinking, perhaps even to good thinking.
Like a river, it takes a lot of moving water to get downstream, to somewhere you haven't been before. To see something you haven't seen before. To think something you haven't thought before—perhaps even, something great.
But, as indicting as that may sound, it usually takes a lot of thinking of one kind or another to get to great thinking, perhaps even to good thinking.
Like a river, it takes a lot of moving water to get downstream, to somewhere you haven't been before. To see something you haven't seen before. To think something you haven't thought before—perhaps even, something great.
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Monday, July 15, 2019
Loyalty
Ever noticed...that those who preach loyalty often require much more of it than they are willing to provide?
And, how they often use a group of people to secure it, disguising it as loyalty to certain ideas, when it is really mostly just loyalty to them?
And, how they often use a group of people to secure it, disguising it as loyalty to certain ideas, when it is really mostly just loyalty to them?
Sunday, July 14, 2019
Saturday, July 13, 2019
Belief Narratives
Consciously (or sub-consciously), some often try to keep people 'in' a group by constructing, and then maintaining, a belief narrative. And, often the same people try to keep others 'out' of the group by questioning or challenging what they believe (not believing the 'right' thing...that the group believes).
Using belief narratives this way is really just a way of avoiding something—like the hard work in a relationship of really dealing with the pain or the discomfort that is often involved between people, especially over time. In that way, working on what people believe or saying (narrative) that 'they' don't believe the right (same) thing is a cop-out. It is easier—but, it's really just avoidance, it's self-protective.
And, it certainly isn't love. Which is a bit ironic because love is often the more compelling piece of what belief itself tends to call for.
Using belief narratives this way is really just a way of avoiding something—like the hard work in a relationship of really dealing with the pain or the discomfort that is often involved between people, especially over time. In that way, working on what people believe or saying (narrative) that 'they' don't believe the right (same) thing is a cop-out. It is easier—but, it's really just avoidance, it's self-protective.
And, it certainly isn't love. Which is a bit ironic because love is often the more compelling piece of what belief itself tends to call for.
Friday, July 12, 2019
A Skull
'Poem for the week' -- "A Skull":
is like a house
with a brain inside. Another place
where eating
and thinking
tango and spar—
At night
you lean out, releasing
thought balloons.
On the roof
someone stands ready
with a pin—
-- Dana Levin
From the author:
“A poem can sometimes feel like something hidden behind a door: the door opens and you are invited into something strange—maybe something confounding, disturbing—in some way that is felt, beyond intellect. The reader, the writer, tries to clothe the poem in interpretation, but such poems will not completely surrender to analysis, will prefer, always, to be naked and beyond. This is part of the intimacy of poetry, part of its stubbornness, part of its genius.”
is like a house
with a brain inside. Another place
where eating
and thinking
tango and spar—
At night
you lean out, releasing
thought balloons.
On the roof
someone stands ready
with a pin—
-- Dana Levin
From the author:
“A poem can sometimes feel like something hidden behind a door: the door opens and you are invited into something strange—maybe something confounding, disturbing—in some way that is felt, beyond intellect. The reader, the writer, tries to clothe the poem in interpretation, but such poems will not completely surrender to analysis, will prefer, always, to be naked and beyond. This is part of the intimacy of poetry, part of its stubbornness, part of its genius.”
Thursday, July 11, 2019
Not How This Will End
At any given moment you have the power to say: this is not how the story is going to end.
-- Christine Mason Miller
-- Christine Mason Miller
Wednesday, July 10, 2019
Women Who Fight
When men will only fight to protect their own comfort, women are left to fight for others alone.
Thank God they do.
Thank God they do.
Tuesday, July 09, 2019
LT: Stand Up For
Good leaders stand up for the people they lead when they don't view them simply as problems.
Monday, July 08, 2019
So Different
I've noticed...I can feel so different (physically, mentally, emotionally ...spiritually) in one part of a day than in another, not to mention one day from another. So different, in fact, I sometimes wonder what happened. Am I the same person, each time?
Sunday, July 07, 2019
Wholiness
In very real ways, soul, consciousness, love, and the Holy Spirit are one and the same. Each of these point to something that is larger than the individual, shared with God, ubiquitous, and even eternal—and then revealed through us! Holiness does not mean people are psychologically or morally perfect (a common confusion), but that they are capable of seeing and enjoying things in a much more “whole” and compassionate way, even if they sometimes fail at it themselves.
-- Richard Rohr
-- Richard Rohr
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