This poem is also from Jeff Rockwell’s bookMaking Friends With The Dust. One thing at a timeOur progress will never make it possiblefor us to fly with our arms openflapping in the air.What it can do, however,is inspire us to dooneholymindfulthingat a time.Nothing more needs to be said here.
When adult life seems confusing and overwhelming, sometimes it is helpful to step back in time and remember what our world looked like when we were six or so. Life was simple. We trusted most people. We believed we were loved unconditionally. Everyone around us was concerned with our happiness and well being. And, crayons and creativity were a part of every day. Our simplistic perception of life was reflected in all those crayon renderings of the world around us…
Today the Labyrinth Ministry of our church, of which I am a part, had its regular monthly meeting. Up until recently, we have neglected walking the labyrinth as a part of these meetings in favor of having more time for “business”. The majority of the group agreed that not walking together was a mistake in that our work together was not firmly grounded in the labyrinth itself. For nearly ten years, the labyrinth has been an integral part of my…
Okay, I have not done any better writing this week than I did last week, but this week I can account for where the days have gone. Monday was spent getting my life back in order after having been gone all weekend. I came back from my silent retreat rested and relaxed and those who spent the weekend at my house (some kind of REALLY messy house guests I think or was it my family??) had their own kind of…
I can’t believe that it has been more than a week since I last posted. I wish I could say that I have been feeding the multitudes of hungry people, or battling forest fires, or discovering the cure for AIDS, or travelling the world, but I can’t. Sadly, I can’t tell you anything significant that I have done in the last week except for the last three days. I was on a silent retreat this weekend with my Franciscan fellowship….
We often say that “today was the longest day” when referring to a day that was not so good having gone on way longer than we wish it had. As we celebrate the summer solstice, today really was the longest day. I had a great day so for me I mean this only in the most literal sense. Like most Saturday’s, there were chores to be done, but a few days ago a few of my friends and I made…
My camera and I were not exactly one with each other as I took these pictures, but we had fun. This is one of those instances where a little more time with the manual would have been beneficial. Oh well . . .maybe next time.
Rendez–vousing in the parking lot of the mall after all the stores are closed can only lead to illicit behavior – sex, drugs, and/or rock and roll. This was confirmed for me tonight when my best friend, someone I respected and thought I could trust answered a phone call from “a friend” asking her to meet in the parking lot of a bookstore of all places. I have often been accused of being a suspicious person so tonight I decided…
The comings and goings around here this weekend have made this place feel more like a hotel with a revolving door that is in constant motion than like a country home in the midst of the lazy days of summer. I left Friday afternoon to spend the weekend in Austin. Though the weekend’s agenda went through many scenarios before all was said and done, it was a great weekend that involved discovering a new knit shop, buying a few books,…