May 31 2010

Full of Thanks

Mondays are for gratitude…counting to 1000 and beyond…

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163. Seeing dear friends graduate at Boston University.

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164. A fun day with Shelly at Georges Island.

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165. The thrill of a plane flying over our ferry, just seconds from landing.

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166. A walk along the esplanade, looking for the little ones.

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167. The beauty of a heron in flight.

168. A day of flying from Boston to Seattle–a lovely trip.  On a packed flight, I happened to be the only person next to an open window seat, so I got to move and feast on the view.

169. I continue to marvel at how, for many years, fear prevented me from flying or made flying traumatic . So thankful to no longer be imprisoned by fear.

170. A fun week with dear friends. Tea and toast and great conversation each morning, then….

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171.  Moved to a temporary place, until I can find a contemplative cottage.  The view is a once-in-a-life-time blessing.  I found myself praying for the city and its people as I looked at the beautiful skyline.

172. Woke up feeling knots beginning to untie which haven’t been loose and relaxed for 5 years.

173.  A hummingbird doing aerial acrobatics in the garden. (I’ll try to take a photo if it comes back–it moved so fast!)  Hummingbirds often show up when I need a sign of confirmation–they are God’s YES to me.  This hummingbird showed up as I was praying for the city.

174.  Being back at my church of 17 years.

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May 23 2010

Language as Sacrament

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For all the limits of language and all the ways it can be misunderstood, misinterpreted, and abused, Pentecost is a celebration of more than the Holy Spirit, but the Holy Spirit communicating the Good News through human language.  Even in the midst of the wind and flame, the behavior of the disciples was misinterpreted as drunkenness, but then the words began to sink in and people everywhere heard Gospel love in the language of  home–the cadences and rhythms that conveyed more than knowledge but familiarity and welcome.

Today celebrates when human speech, empowered by the Holy Spirit, becomes a sacrament of windy, fiery divine presence and empowerment.  Today calls everyone to speak the Good News of God’s love in ways that are understood by both mind and heart…

Pentecost calls us and enlivens us to speak with words that embrace each other with the welcome of home.


May 23 2010

Veni Sancte Spiritus

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(Pentecost by He Qi)

When the Feast of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Without warning there was a sound like a strong wind, gale force—no one could tell where it came from. It filled the whole building. Then, like a wildfire, the Holy Spirit spread through their ranks, and they started speaking in a number of different languages as the Spirit prompted them.

There were many Jews staying in Jerusalem just then, devout pilgrims from all over the world. When they heard the sound, they came on the run. Then when they heard, one after another, their own mother tongues being spoken, they were thunderstruck. They couldn’t for the life of them figure out what was going on, and kept saying, “Aren’t these all Galileans? How come we’re hearing them talk in our various mother tongues? … They’re speaking our languages, describing God’s mighty works!”

Their heads were spinning; they couldn’t make head or tail of any of it. They talked back and forth, confused: “What’s going on here?”

Others joked, “They’re drunk on cheap wine.”

That’s when Peter stood up and, backed by the other eleven, spoke out with bold urgency: “Fellow Jews, all of you who are visiting Jerusalem, listen carefully and get this story straight. These people aren’t drunk as some of you suspect. They haven’t had time to get drunk—it’s only nine o’clock in the morning. This is what the prophet Joel announced would happen:

“In the Last Days,” God says, “I will pour out my Spirit on every kind of people…” (Acts 2)



May 3 2010

Date with a Fox

Mondays are for gratitude…counting to 1000 and beyond.

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My days have been filled with the future as I prepare to leave my job of 4 years and the Boston-area after 5 years to return to my community in Seattle.

In this in-between time, I’ve found my emotions so conflicted–overjoyed to go home, but sad to leave.

The other evening I took a walk to my favorite rock in a nearby cemetery and just sat in the woodsy quiet, breathing.  I felt like my past memories and future anticipation started to come to rest in the present moment.  After the sun dipped down and I started home,  I walked along the edge the hill, looking for a new cross-forest short-cut, and came face to face (well, 10 feet or so) with a little she-fox.

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Camera-less at the time, I spent a few moments with my new friend, talking to her as she decided whether to scamper back into the den, or learn more about this curious two-footed creature making soft-sounds (the psss-psss and pshsh-pshsh I make to cats).  The little one finally disappeared into her home and I left for mine.

The other night I went back with my camera, fully expecting to wait for hours on a rock, for the little one to appear. But no, there she was and ready to pose for photos.

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I spent an hour snapping pictures, fully present, fully engaged, the past and the future quietly taking second place to the little creature in front of me.  When I finally got up to leave, I felt rested and ready to go back to packing and good-byes.

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163. Thankful for a four-footed reminder to live and enjoy the present.

164. For the wonderful group of friends, colleagues, and co-workers I have so enjoyed these past years.

165. Dear friends and a place to go home to.

166. The ability to take this concentrated time to study.

167. My camera and the attention and patience the practice of photography is teaching me and,

168. For the friend who inspired me and got me started.

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