My heart still pounds when I relive this event.
Here’s what I read to my male colleagues, lightly edited for clarity.
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I want to let you know why I’ve chosen not to attend these faculty fellowship gatherings. It’s about me. In particular, it’s about my almost intolerable level of personal discomfort, accompanied by my sense of a being in a highly charged atmosphere in which I am now supposed to be ‘spiritual.’
At my university, there was virtually no community spirituality. This was uncomfortable and strange to me. Here at the seminary, there’s much excitement and fervor about community spirituality. This, too, I find strange and uncomfortable.
First, two statements about what spirituality is not:
Put positively,
Here’s a more descriptive statement. For me, spirituality is about the following:
Spirituality is more than the event of the Holy Spirit opening our eyes. It’s also a language that we speak. However, I find myself surrounded by language that doesn’t reflect my spirituality. This is what I hear:
This language disturbs me, largely because I feel no freedom to challenge it openly.
When we’re dealing with theological positions, we seem to do better at inviting dialogue. But when we’re dealing with spirituality, I sense that the shape of spirituality has been precut. Those who don’t fit the garment are at best misfits, at worst not ‘in the Spirit.’
In the end, my spirituality has to do with becoming acutely aware of the humanity of others and of myself—and of God in all of this. It’s an awareness born of involvement in life, not an awareness that leads to involvement.
My goal, then, is to stay exactly what I already am–human, within the real world like everyone else, not separated out into a ‘more spiritual’ world.
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In a last post, I’ll comment about what happened next and what I’ve learned from this experience. Stay tuned!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 11 January 2015
Nearly 30 years later, my heart still pounds loudly when I relive this event. It’s early fall 1985. I’ve been teaching theology to seminarians since fall 1983. I’ve agreed to make a presentation at an informal faculty gathering. Read the rest of this entry »
sweet scent of childhood
pink powder-puff luxury
feathers on my face
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 9 January 2015
Photo credit: Mimosa Blossoms, http://www.hiltonpond.org
early morning
sleep erupts in chaos
heart on alert
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breath labored
relax
focus
breathe Read the rest of this entry »
late afternoon sun
creates illusion of warmth
vanishes from sky
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Jilted!
Distracted by joy Read the rest of this entry »
Gannet Flying Overhead
Photo credit: Cliff’s View Blog
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“Refining”
Lord, make my heart
Pure as the gannet’s wing, Read the rest of this entry »
bright morning moon
peers through gleaming oak
at rising sun
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through binoculars
shadowed face of the moon
radiates white fire
blinks
oak trunk, branches and twigs
glow burnt orange
for seconds
gone
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 8 January 2015
Dear Readers,
High time for a report! All the pieces aren’t in place yet, but I have a direction.
No Facebook
Not for now. I looked at several FB pages of bloggers and authors I follow. They were wonderful. Yet the more I looked at the time commitment and energy output needed from me, the less eager I became. I feel relieved that for now, my energy goes into writing for the blog.
A Haiku Challenge
The challenge is to write one haiku a day. Sounds easy, right? Well, if all goes well, you’ll know each day whether I’ve done that. If I don’t, you won’t see a thing.
Areas for Focused Writing
Just so you know, I’ve made a pact with myself to keep my posts not-too-lengthy, so you can expect manageable pieces from time to time. All mixed in with other things I love to write about: Diane; devotional writing that moves me; haiku and poetry; letters to Mom. Who knows, I might even write another letter to Dad. Probably to God, too.
If you’ve found me or I’ve found you, there’s a reason. I want to live into that while I’m able.
With gratitude, respect, and expectation!
Elouise