Use the moment to temper with love. The sun does not suddenly appear in the sky but rises with care over the horizon. Breathe deeply before any expostulation. Save unnecessary challenges for the grave. It is okay if your list is different from all others. Question for clarity. Challenge to break comfort. Cherish the energy created in difference. Faith and doubt will always lay down together. Smile when the world comes crumbling down and hope for your phoenix to rise once again. Awake and remember: A treasure hunt begins!
Tag Archives: Life
Stumble and Fall
Watching my daughter fall for the umpteenth time, her head meeting the coffee table, I gasp. Each of her little spills as she toddles from here to there seem to take more time off my life. I ask the gods to give me a little bit of the suffering and pain to carry along with me as I toddle down my list of daily to-do's. I also wonder, who is there to bear my pain when I stumble and fall?
Porch Swing
She made new green coverings for the swing that seats two which I hung on the front porch. Undisturbed peace wraps around us as now we move gently back and forth looking forward to the coffee silently brewing in the kitchen. A neighbor passes. Greetings exchange with greetings. Morning smiles appear. Neither my beloved nor I wander into abstract ideals in our conversation. Rather we create devotion by pointing to the sunlight dancing around the leaves. Let civilization plod its own path. In this moment of today there is no time for dancing along the fine line of challenge and comfort. And visions can wait to develop. There is no immediacy to share in a world where certainty needs each movement swinging between now and forever.
“Now God is God not of the dead, but of the living…” – Luke 20:38
God in whom we live and have our very being, who enlivens all death, who effortlessly turns the pages of the Book of Life, who dances on graves, and who says "Yes" to every "No," the leaves fall, the ground hardens, the buried rest and we must go on living. The earth continues to turn and so many of those in the world continue their death-dealing ways. Dwell with us once again so we may join you in your divine dance holding hands with all of the ones who have gone before us into your music. Amen.
Walden Pond
Walden Pond still lies in the midst of the wilderness for all those seeking to be by themselves. Daydreams are welcome. Please leave all dogmas behind and lean into important matters with a heartfelt embrace. Remember that rigidity resists the creative urge of the world to become new. Greet any adventure that makes the distant things become less remote in your sight. You will find any experiment of joy justification enough for your next breath.
“Let us also lay aside every weight…that clings so closely.” – Hebrews 12:1
God who knows the weight of the universe, driving down the frenzied highway of life we glance and see the future in our rear-view mirrors holding a sign reading, "The end is near." We wonder what strange powers order letters into these particular words. What message attempts to come to life and be declared? Are we missing something important, something everyone else but us knows? If we are the last to hear and to understand will that endanger the lives of our loved ones? Our questions cling to our bodies and weigh us down. Give us strength to gently shudder them to the ground so that on this day and in this hour and at this time we can breathe and get on with living. Amen.
Leaving Weekends
People stand as the sweetness slowly evaporates and another life begins to step out of themselves. People wander through twisted wreckage along roadsides following accidents numb with shock at the fragility of life. Is it any wonder we leave weekends behind and follow death with tears beginning to fall down our faces?
What Is at Risk?
Begin with the question, What did you come here for? which is really another way of asking, Why take your next breath? Then slowly, as if all of life depends upon how you unfold the tapestry of life, ask, What is at risk to live?
Skeleton key
I found the skeleton key to reality displayed on the lower level of an antique store tucked away in a dusty corner. There was no price tag on the key, only a note scribbled in a fiendish hand saying, Touch if you must. Use sparingly. Good luck. I offered one dollar for the key at checkout and the attendant smiled as if they knew something which I did not know. I now keep the key on my key chain hoping to come across the door with a mysterious lock waiting for fantasy to end and something to begin.
Outside
How many times will I find myself outside the door listening on the wind as songs and prayers are lifted up within?