Body parts visible and invisible
Come and go like clockwork
Silently seek relief
My eyes wander
Linger on each bundle of hope
Dreaming of a better tomorrow –
The way things used to be
Tomorrow morning, Wednesday, I’ll be back in the waiting room Read the rest of this entry »
The Lost Drachma, by James Tissot (French, 1836-1902), Brooklyn Museum
Spiritual formation is an up and down journey for me. An unrecorded map of possibilities, choices, decisions, practices, good intentions, getting lost and forgetfulness.
I’m a fairly organized person, though not allergic to clutter. When it comes to spiritual practices, however, Read the rest of this entry »
What a week! Up and down, but on the whole, more up than down. Chiefly because of little things that kept interrupting me, reminding me there’s way more to life than health issues.
Best of all, Mother Nature reasserted her right Read the rest of this entry »
The first time a blogger nominated me for an award, I didn’t know what to do. Was I happy? Yes! Thrown into inner turmoil? Yes! It felt like an interruption that would derail my writing.
I decided Read the rest of this entry »
Today has been almost as surrealistic as the dream I had just before I woke up this morning. I’m still unsettled, and have no great insight yet about it. I recorded the dream this morning. Looking back, it seems to mirror my wandering through this strange day of interruptions.
I’m wide awake lost in a maze of hallways
filled with small shops and out-of-sight Read the rest of this entry »
Saint Cecilia with an Angel, Orazio Gentileschi (1563-1693)
Amy Carmichael’s life might be summarized by one word: Interruptions. Here’s her poetic internal dialogue about this daily dilemma. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m surprised at feelings I’ve had since I began writing Dear Dad letters. Sometimes I’m afraid I’m trying to get something from Dad that he can’t give me. I don’t think I am. I definitely feel I’m ‘out there,’ in the driver’s seat without a finished roadmap, uncertain where this will lead.
Most surprising, though, Read the rest of this entry »
Here’s a little gem from Amy Carmichael. It reminds me of every child’s question, “Are we there yet?”
Not Far to Go
It is not far to go,
For Thou are near;
It is not far to go,
For Thou are here;
And not by traveling, Lord,
We come to Thee,
But by the way of love;
And we love Thee.Amy Carmichael, Mountain Breezes: The Collected Poems of Amy Carmichael, p. 16. © 1999, The Dohnavur Fellowship, published by Christian Literature Crusade. First published in Edges of His Ways (1955) and Gold Cord (1932)
I used to think a day would come when I had truly ‘arrived.’ Read the rest of this entry »
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ North Umpqua River, Oregon, on the drive to Crater Lake
This photo is one of my favorites from our visit to Crater Lake. Well worth at least a haiku if not a full poem, don’t you think? Read the rest of this entry »
dive-bombed cicada
tree trunk stormed by sqaub’ling squirrels
mid-summer madness
*****
Didn’t plan it
Can’t control it
Life just happens
As I walk along
anticipating nothing
in particular but
a quiet morning stroll
in glorious nature
Wouldn’t you know it Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 