Thursday, January 31, 2013

Oh - really?



"...my righteous one will live by faith. ...I take no pleasure in the one who shrinks back. ...we are not those who shrink back and are destroyed, but of those who believe and are saved."
Heb. 10: 38-39 (TNIV)

 

Last week as I drove my little car around in the bitter cold, the “check engine light” came on. Each time I ventured out, there that light was – reminding me that something wasn’t quite right with the engine. I actually didn’t need the light to tell me that. I could feel the hesitation as the engine idled at red lights. Even so, my mechanical husband wasn’t overly concerned – he’s been driving his pickup truck for almost two years with the dash light on. Each day though, my little car was getting worse. When motoring along, the engine felt rough - pistons were misfiring and everything was getting out of sync. This past Sunday was the last straw. While returning home - half way through an hour long drive - I was afraid that it was going to stall out on me & I’d be stranded in the middle of nowhere along the highway.

Thankfully I got home safely and my passenger was none the wiser.

Next day, I took it to the shop. The mechanic completed a computer scan of the entire electronic system but he couldn’t find anything wrong except that there was a “faulty vacuum seal.”

 To answer the question of where the fault was and exactly why could prove to be a very expensive proposition. After the mechanic and I discussed the probability that an "O" ring had shrunk due to the extreme cold, I took a chance and drove it home.

Meanwhile, as the temperature moderated, the warning light went off & it hasn’t come back since. Here’s to hoping that it won’t come back on again as the thermometer plunges once again.

Now, you might be wondering what this little story about my car has to do with the text from Hebrews that this post began with.

It all has to do with shrinking back. An "O" ring in my car apparently shrunk back.

 

An “O” ring. A simple "O" ring. This reminds me of the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster which occurred on January 28, 1986. The catastrophic problem there was with an “O” ring that shrunk on that unseasonably cold morning in Florida.

When the “O” ring shrank, it lost its flexibility. It became stiff and brittle. This created a void - the vacuum was compromised and the whole system failed.

 

Allow me to share a favorite quote:

(please note - though often attributed to Nelson Mandela, he was quoting from Marianne Williamson’s A Woman's Worth)

 

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

 

We are meant to shine and not to shrink. This was impressed upon me yet again this morning, as I participated in the practice of Holy Yoga. In community we shared the experience. I saw the light. I felt the warmth as my body moved and breath and blood flowed into all the cold places of my heart. My heart opened and expanded.

 

May it be so for you this day, dear friend.

 

"...anyone who is right with me thrives on loyal trust; if he cuts and runs, I won't be very happy. ...we are not quitters who lose out. Oh, no! We'll stay with it and survive, trusting all the way."
Heb. 10:38-39 (MSG)

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Perfect Love Casts Out Fear

Passing time has invited me to revisit a poem that I had composed a couple of years ago and add  a second verse. I'm so very grateful for the ongoing healing path that beckons towards more wholeness and transformation. Where are you on the healing path? Do you find yourself on a desolate coast or a shore of consolation?


On the desperate desolate coast...


A tinkling of fragmented glass

Stunning in its beauty

Brilliant remnants reflect

the Father's love and mercy.

Clinking filaments and shards threaten old wounds...

Bound up in courage-

Perfect love casts out fear-

step across the dazzling devastation

into new found freedom.

 

Returning…

Tides of time

Sweeping waves of grace and forgiveness

Tumble fragments – transformed edges smoothed

reminders of redemption.

Winking beach glass

Gathered up

Perfect love embraced

on the gentle shore of consolation.


(images courtesy of photobucket)

Thursday, December 27, 2012

A Simple Christmas - now past


 

As I anticipated the Christmas holiday season this year I simply couldn't bear the thought of entering into all the usual rush and falderal. Memories of Christmas over the past ten years or so prove to me the reality of my existence - the times they are a changing. I can’t fight the changing times. I might as well go with the flow. May I do so with grace and ease. 

This year, extended family gatherings were planned weeks in advance of what had been traditional celebrations on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. This is the way it goes when children grow up, get married and make choices as to how and where and with whom they are going to share the holiday. When grandchildren arrive on the scene each individual family naturally circles around immediate family. I get that. At some point long ago a decision was made by my own aunts and uncles and cousins to let go of extended family gatherings and simply gather with their own. Wonderful memories remain. New memories are being made.

Now, an empty nester with both my daughters far away and not coming home for Christmas this year, I chose to not put up a Christmas tree and to leave most of the decorations in their boxes. Jim was agreeable to the idea. It felt like the right thing to do this year. Though I’ve never gone hog-wild with decorations - think Griswald Christmas lights- neither am I an Ebenezer Scrooge. I wanted to have some symbolic reference and arrived at a simple advent wreath and lots of candles and peaceful seasonal music.

Each Sunday of Advent I lit the candles one by one – Peace. Hope. Joy.  Praying that all my dear ones would be blessed with each of these. I was really enjoying the simplicity that I had chosen. As I anticipated lighting the Love candle however, a deep melancholy rose up. An almost irresistible urge came upon me – to fly to the mall and join the consumers in the last minute frantic search – for what? Self-awareness invited me to consider what was going on. I missed my girls. I missed the former times. I was sad. I was lonely. I was grieving. I’ll admit it.

Christmas day found just Jim & me at home – alone. It was a quiet restful day. I took delight in cooking up a lovely dinner for two. Even so, I would have loved having a crowd around my table. It wasn’t to be this year.

Now, two days post Christmas day I’m content. To have been spared so much rush and hurry with the choices I made did my soul a world of good.  I wondered if more of life could be lived at a simpler pace. Confirmation of this came to me from this morning’s read from Common Prayer – a Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals:

 Twentieth-century Quaker, Thomas Kelly wrote, “Over the margins of life comes a whisper, a faint call, a premonition of richer living which we know we are passing by. We have hints that there is a way of life vastly richer and deeper than all this hurried existence, a life of unhurried serenity and peace and power. If only we could slip over into that Center! If only we could find the Silence which is the source of sound!”

Listen. Do you hear the whisper, the faint call? May you be blessed with unhurried serenity and peace and power in these last days of 2012 on into the New Year.

Monday, October 29, 2012


I’ve been wondering when and if the time would ever be right to resume the craft of blogging. Today my heart is so overwhelmed with gratitude that if I don’t put something out there I fell as though I’ll explode. A few questions moderate my enthusiasm. The first is, “will any one care to listen?” Another is, “who has time to read one more blog post?”

Then, I question my own sanity - why would I choose to engage with cyber technology when it so often confounds my capabilities. This is actually my second attempt at posting for  the day- *sigh* the other one disappeared in cyber space.

Here, then, is merely an invitation to hear what I have to say about this or that…

 

I’m a writer. It’s who I am. I’d like to share that part of me with any who care to know me better. I’ll welcome your comments as a way of conversing in community that we might learn from each other.

 

Allow me to begin once again with this little French Pantoum composed by moi a few months ago at a writer’s workshop – Writing as a Spiritual Practice with my friend, Jan Lundy at the Dominican Center.

 

How do I live my life from now on to honor the gift?
Why do I write?
I must write.
I write to say “yes” to God.

 

Why do I write?
Writing gives me a voice.
I write to say “yes” to God.
Perhaps others will listen.


Writing gives me a voice.
I must write.
Perhaps others will listen.
How do I live my life from now on to honor the gift?

Sunday, May 8, 2011

simplifying

Honey girl's blog spot hasn't seen much activity of late and I've been pondering what to do here.
In an ongoing effort to keep things simple a discernment has been made to set it aside.

After reviewing Honey girl's early intent, I see that much has been realized and resolved and there just doesn't seem to be much more to say along those lines. It seems then, that (at least for now) this medium has fullfilled it's purpose. For that I'm grateful.
I've often wondered who my audience might be. Aside from my 4 - count them! FOUR faithful followers - Jodi, Jeff, Bobbe & Jami - Anonyms logged on now and then, along with Trish, Cheri, Janet, Caroline, Jan, Sheri, Linda, and Lisa. Thank you for visiting me here.
Awhile back I promised a book give away. A quick review of the above visitors indicates that Jami would get the prize for leaving the most comments - so, it seems fair that that would qualify her as the recipient of  Dan Allendar's, Sabbath.

It's been an interesting year and a little bit here in the blogging world. I don't know if or when I'll be back. Until next time, grace and peace

Sunday, March 13, 2011

simple enough during Lent

Fast from discontent,
Feast on gratitude.

Fast from anger,
Feast on patience.

Fast from worry,
Feast on faith.

Fast from complaining,
Feast on appreciation.

Fast from bitterness,
Feast on forgiveness.

Fast from self-centered-ness.
Feast on compassion for others.

Fast from lethargy,
Feast on enthusiasm.

Fast from emphasis on differences,
Feast on recognizing unity.

Fast from unsettling anxiety,
Feast on inner peace.

Fast from half-hearted-ness,
Feast on commitment.

source unknown - but generally attributed to a longer
version by William Arthur Ward (1921-1994)

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

simply the best


What is the best thing you've ever done for yourself?
Never mind that it may seem selfish.
Never mind that it might not be what others would expect of or from you?
What is the one thing that is helping you live out of your core?
The one thing that allows you to realize more of your authentic self - the one thing that rings true - the one thing that shouts to your heart the biggest YES that you've ever heard?
The one thing that brings glory to your Creator?
The one thing that is helping integrate more of life into one big whole?
Where is the one place where you know that God is just waiting for you to show up?
Just a few questions - not simple, I understand.
But they were begging to be asked today....