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Easter Sunday 4/21/19

Easter joys.

There were so many.

But this pic sums up a lot of it.

The passing of time

New ways

Blended with old

A welcoming

A place to watch from

A time to celebrate

Green grass/ new life

Confetti still falling

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Lent//Monday 4/8/2019 Walking in Wonder

Only people who understand synchronicity will understand this post fully.

I do not understand how or why things happen the way they do, but I know when I am walking on a path that is right. I recognize it within the pages of this book…

Bits of paint and coffee stains on the outside. Inside, almost every page I’ve read so far has an underline or note I’ve written. I decided tonight it’s destined for the re-read pile, and I’m not even halfway in.

Not because it’s hard reading. It’s easy. It’s beautiful. Poetic. Deep, but deep like a comforting blanket or warm sunshine on your back that you feel is just right. The kind of book you dole out to yourself in pieces because you want it to last.

When I chose this book at the beginning of Lent, I did not know William Stafford’s words would greet me here…or Wendell Berry’s…or sweet Saint Therese. And who knows who else because the surprises keep coming. But as I say: synchronicity.

Tonight, I read a section on landscape. Without any mention of it in the text, I was in my beloved New Mexico. I felt transported by John O’Donohue ‘s words. Maybe if you read it, the words will take you to a different landscape, a place that is your place of knowing.

O’Donohue writes:

“…there is no repetition in a landscape. Every stone, every tree, every field is a different place. When your eye begins to become attentive to this panorama of differentiation, then you realize what a privilege it is to actually be here.”

Walk in wonder.


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Friday’s Five: 3/22/19 Last Stanza for our “Created” Poem

Let’s end the workweek with another stanza from John O’Donohue to round out this week’s creatively arranged “poem” courtesy of some of the best writers this world has known.

“...Though your destination is not yet clear

You can trust the promise of this opening;

Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning

That is at one with your life’s desire.”

From To Bless the Space Between Us (stanza 5 of 6 from the poem “For a New Beginning” )

…and if you read on Fridays for the good things, I hope you feel all the good that comes from poetry.

Here: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟


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Lent: 3/25/2019 The Annunciation and a Poem

…because in nine months, we celebrate Christmas. Now it all makes sense, yes? ☺️ It took me awhile, folks, but I like knowing things like this. Feast of the Annunciation…

and

a poem to celebrate the day from a poet who was incredibly talented and prolific. Her history is fascinating and her correspondence with TS Eliot enlightened. Plus I have always liked this poem and many lines in it: God waited. She did not cry. Consent.

Anyway. A woman named Mary. I love her. For so many reasons. And for reasons I keep realizing. The mother of anyone who claims her. I claim her.

Fun side note for today: my daughter in law sent me a video of grandchild #3’s heartbeat in progress. I cannot think of a more beautiful day to hear that than on this day. ❤️

Arrival: September. 🌟Current due date the Nativity of Mary. See a pattern here? I’m already committing this child to her holy care. 🤩

To all the born people of the world and those on the way: you are so loved and welcome here.

Annunciation
by Denise Levertov

We know the scene: 
the room, variously furnished, almost always a lectern, a book; always the tall lily.
       
Arrived on solemn grandeur of great wings, the angelic ambassador, standing or hovering,whom she acknowledges, a guest.

But we are told of meek obedience. No one mentions
courage.
       The engendering Spirit
did not enter her without consent.

         God waited.

She was free to accept or to refuse, choice integral to humanness.      
           
 ____________________

Aren’t there annunciations of one sort or another in most lives?

         Some unwillingly undertake great destinies, enact them in sullen pride, uncomprehending.
More often those moments when roads of light and storm open from darkness in a man or woman, are turned away from in dread, in a wave of weakness, in despair and with relief.
Ordinary lives continue.                                 
God does not smite them.
But the gates close, the pathway vanishes.
                  ____________________

She had been a child who played, ate, slept like any other child–but unlike others,
wept only for pity, laughed in joy not triumph.
Compassion and intelligence fused in her, indivisible.

Called to a destiny more momentous than any in all of Time, she did not quail,
only asked a simple, ‘How can this be?’ and gravely, courteously, took to heart the angel’s reply, the astounding ministry she was offered:

to bear in her womb Infinite weight and lightness; to carry in hidden, finite inwardness, nine months of Eternity; to contain in slender vase of being, the sum of power–in narrow flesh, the sum of light.
 
Then bring to birth, push out into air, a Man-child needing, like any other, milk and love–
but who was God.

This was the moment no one speaks of,
when she could still refuse.

A breath unbreathed,
                                Spirit,
                                          suspended,
                                                            waiting.
                  ____________________

She did not cry, ‘I cannot. I am not worthy,’
Nor, ‘I have not the strength.’
She did not submit with gritted teeth,
                                                       raging, coerced.
Bravest of all humans,
                                  consent illumined her.
The room filled with its light,
the lily glowed in it,
                               and the iridescent wings.
Consent,
              courage unparalleled,
opened her utterly.


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Lent: Second Week Stanzas// Thursday, March 21, 2019–WS Merwin Chimes in

And now

“Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you

we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings

We are running out of the glass rooms

With our mouths full of food to look at the sky

And say thank you

We are standing by the water thanking it

Standing by the window looking out

In our directions…”

I think WS Merwin would like having his poetry here on this first full day of spring. This stanza from his poem “Thanks”…and I echo his title.


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Lent: Stanzas for Second Week —Wednesday, March 20, 2019

In keeping with the week’s theme of one stanza (or a few lines) from a poet you may or may not know…today, I try to continue a thought train with this one–enjoy…and happy spring, dear readers.

Excerpt from ~ A Blessing for the Present Moment ~

“…May you open into a moment so present,

that your thoughts resonate light.

May you be awakened into the love breathed

through a moment as this one.

When you are reading the words before you,

may your breath rest easy.

May the entire timeline of your life

be to you a symphony of grace…”

Poet: Jenneth Graser


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Lent: Stanzas for Second Week (Monday 3/18/19)

This week, one stanza of poetry per day. Maybe I will add to the current poem, or perhaps choose another. I just thought of this, so who knows, right?

“In out-of-the-way places of the heart,

Where your thoughts never think to wander,

This beginning has been quietly forming,

Waiting until you were ready to emerge.”

Poet : John O’Donohue

Poem excerpt from: For a New Beginning

From To Bless the Space Between Us

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I hope you will give yourself a few minutes to read and reread the stanza. Settle into the words. Let them settle into you.

This, too, is a Lenten practice. Actually, that may not be true. Ha. But it’s my practice. A practice I find slows me, centers me, and shows me insights into my life.

I hope it brings something good to you, too.