“You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.”– Anne Lamott
Rose in October
The Middle
When your faculties begin discussing your future amongst themselves, excluding you from even suggestion making, you've reached the middle - a vast wonderland of vague familiarities that were once unmistakably you. Susan Mrosek
PRAYER
It doesn't have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don't try to make them elaborate, this isn't a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak. Mary Oliver
TO HOLD
So we're dust. In the meantime, my wife and I make the bed. Holding opposite edges of the sheet, we raise it, billowing, then pull it tight. measuring by eye as it falls into alignment between us. We tug, fold, tuck. And if I'm lucky, she'll remember a recent dream and tell me.
One day we'll lie down and not get up. One day, all we guard will be surrendered.
Until then, we'll go on learning to recognize what we love, and what it takes to tend what isn't for our having. So often, fear has led me to abandon what I know I must relinquish in time. But for the moment, I'll listen to her dream, and she to mine, our mutual hearing, calling more and more detail into thhe light of a joint and fragile keeping. Li-Young Lee
When I began this blog I thought that AGE would be a GREAT topic to ponder. As a baby boomer it seems as if we need to redefine each new decade as we reach it. "60 is the new 50" and blah, blah, blah! A focus on age limits the scope of a life and in the end, what is there to say?
I am surrounded by the grace of god and it changes all the time. And in living each day in this grace, I see there are luminous stories, everywhere. Stories like a shaft of autumn light falling as if ashes through the trees; like the world in a baby's eyes; like the lilacs, reaching for the sky in the third week of May.