I watched as it was formed. Peeking out as a bud, then uncurling. I meditated to it's newborn green form waving into life. It darkened over summer to deep green - feeding its mother tree, feeding our earth with oxygen....that tulip leaf outside my bedroom window.
Of course, it wasn't alone! It had a twin that shared its tiny branch, and the entire tree was covered with these shapely leaves. But it was that one I remembered each day - to look for - to settle into.
One day, as I watched out my window, trying to lift my spirits....it was a blue day and I didn't want to be down, but I was. I looked out across the expanse toward the grotto just under the ridge of the mountain. That day, it just didn't ease the dis-ease. Negative thoughts kept intruding on lighter ones and I gave up on lifting myself. It was going to be one of those days.
Then I saw it - that tulip leaf - out of the corner of my eye. Almost jumping as if in excitement! Swinging, vibrantly waving back and forth. Was it trying to catch my attention? How could a leaf jump and move in such circles while it's twin remained so still? That tulip leaf I saw come into life, I thought - I could hear it - HAPPY - HAPPY - Joy, Joy, Joy. And I smiled. There is no way you can look at such excitement, such.... JOY and not smile. Sunlight filled the window view, green was very green, yellow oh so yellow. And life was good. Life was joy.
The days became cooler. My favorite season; autumn. I knew the tulip leaf was going to let go - someday. First, it's twin turned yellow, then brown about it's edges. But THE tulip leaf remained unchanged. Whipping around each morning, as if just being busy living and giving life. One day, it's twin was gone. Still, tulip leaf danced on the wind.
Week before last, it turned yellow. It still waved and spun around, but I knew it was no longer feeding it's mother. Some day, I'll look out and it won't be there anymore, I thought. I wondered how I would feel. Last week I left the monastery for several days. Would it still be there when I returned? Many of the other leaves on the tree were dark brown - still clinging to branches even though well past it's time of life. Not even the wind could separate some of those leaves from their attachment. Maybe my tulip leaf would do the same.
I returned at night and although I turned off the lights in my room, it was a black void across the expanse out there. Next morning I went to prayer before the sun gave me enough light to make out shapes beyond tree branches. When I returned to my room, I hopped onto the bed and looked out. The branch was empty. The tulip leaf had let go...while I was gone...while it was yellow...still bright and I know, while still full of joy.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Birthing Angels Part II
I promised I would get back on this - birthing angels - and so I decided to take a few minutes to attempt to explain a very complicated (and obviously an area I am NOT an expert - the Kabballah)subject as simply as I can. I almost put it off again today, since I left one of the books I wanted to quote, and I also wanted to add some footnotes, etc...but decided I could ADD those later. For now, I have the time and the energy to jump into how WE DO give birth to angels!
For men, this should be particularly exciting!
Ever been around a new born baby - and thought of the beauty of life? Ever attended a HAPPY wedding to be lifted from your rut on apathy? Ever sat and watched a sunset and felt your heart push against your rib cage? What is that all about? It is a type of energy - and as we all know, energy does not begin and then - stop. And so, what does it DO and where does it GO?
The world we live in is very limited. I believe most people will agree - at least to a certain level. Please - even a dog can hear tones humans can not. Then, what else can we not hear? What else can we not see? Other animals can see many things in different lighting that we can not see, and who knows exactly what they DO see? Why is it that - for some people - there are times that do not seem to hold time, at all? They experience a flash of Oneness, timelessness.
And so, we live in a realm that has its limits - BUT - it also has the capability to extend it's limits (humans, at least). Humans are OF this world, but also have a spiritual side which is capable of tapping into other worlds - the "Holy." And we are drawn to these other worlds. Most people have a feeling of discontent or of searching when not somehow connected with a spiritual journey.
When we, since we are both of THIS world AND of the SPIRITUAL world, think or PRAY very positively - in sweet and loving images, with relaxed and close oneness to one's heart - that energy forms an essence that leaves us.
Okay, now hang with me, here... Angels do not live in our world. They are in a place (if you want to call it a place) where time is not as much of a factor than in ours. The closer one gets to the Divine, the less that "time" exists. Our world is constructed on time, which is a Point A to Point B concept. If we did not have these, there would be great difficulty in communicating to each other - hence, the difficulty of explaining experiences of a more spiritual nature.
Angels are made of essence. And, by our thoughts and our prayers - we give rise to them. We birth them - and we feed them. Things could become complicated here - and if anyone is interested, I can follow-up with what I understand as the explanation of the idea (and fact) of angel as messenger.
If it hasn't already occurred to you - there are also times when we are not thinking sweet thoughts and may even be "praying" for revenge! Yes, not ALL angels are created from and composed of - positive essence.
Ever gone through a divorce? Ever been around someone who is going through a divorce? Ever been around a heated argument? AND, felt something more than the emotional storm....felt a heaviness - felt as if something were alive? Felt as if there was something - at least - dark and growing? I do not think this is a rare occurrence with people. One time, when my church was filled with people kicking out the rector, I felt it so strongly, I called it "The Black Monster," and it was hungry! It was being fed on a large and regular basis, but for reasons I did not understand, it seemed to want MORE and MORE...was SO hungry and more more more NOW! I asked others if they could feel "it" and they did....most of them. Most of the people who were not feeding it.
A very large and dark angel was born in that church. Sad - so very sad - and it's essence was able to take hold of many people, there.
And so, I wanted to write about this because - I believe - we are RESPONSIBLE for the birthing of ANGELS! We can DO this! We CAN make a difference in worlds beyond our own - worlds that affect our own! Today, tonight, this afternoon - you could birth an angel - and each day, you could feed it.
Which kind will it be? That is what free will is about.
For men, this should be particularly exciting!
Ever been around a new born baby - and thought of the beauty of life? Ever attended a HAPPY wedding to be lifted from your rut on apathy? Ever sat and watched a sunset and felt your heart push against your rib cage? What is that all about? It is a type of energy - and as we all know, energy does not begin and then - stop. And so, what does it DO and where does it GO?
The world we live in is very limited. I believe most people will agree - at least to a certain level. Please - even a dog can hear tones humans can not. Then, what else can we not hear? What else can we not see? Other animals can see many things in different lighting that we can not see, and who knows exactly what they DO see? Why is it that - for some people - there are times that do not seem to hold time, at all? They experience a flash of Oneness, timelessness.
And so, we live in a realm that has its limits - BUT - it also has the capability to extend it's limits (humans, at least). Humans are OF this world, but also have a spiritual side which is capable of tapping into other worlds - the "Holy." And we are drawn to these other worlds. Most people have a feeling of discontent or of searching when not somehow connected with a spiritual journey.
When we, since we are both of THIS world AND of the SPIRITUAL world, think or PRAY very positively - in sweet and loving images, with relaxed and close oneness to one's heart - that energy forms an essence that leaves us.
Okay, now hang with me, here... Angels do not live in our world. They are in a place (if you want to call it a place) where time is not as much of a factor than in ours. The closer one gets to the Divine, the less that "time" exists. Our world is constructed on time, which is a Point A to Point B concept. If we did not have these, there would be great difficulty in communicating to each other - hence, the difficulty of explaining experiences of a more spiritual nature.
Angels are made of essence. And, by our thoughts and our prayers - we give rise to them. We birth them - and we feed them. Things could become complicated here - and if anyone is interested, I can follow-up with what I understand as the explanation of the idea (and fact) of angel as messenger.
If it hasn't already occurred to you - there are also times when we are not thinking sweet thoughts and may even be "praying" for revenge! Yes, not ALL angels are created from and composed of - positive essence.
Ever gone through a divorce? Ever been around someone who is going through a divorce? Ever been around a heated argument? AND, felt something more than the emotional storm....felt a heaviness - felt as if something were alive? Felt as if there was something - at least - dark and growing? I do not think this is a rare occurrence with people. One time, when my church was filled with people kicking out the rector, I felt it so strongly, I called it "The Black Monster," and it was hungry! It was being fed on a large and regular basis, but for reasons I did not understand, it seemed to want MORE and MORE...was SO hungry and more more more NOW! I asked others if they could feel "it" and they did....most of them. Most of the people who were not feeding it.
A very large and dark angel was born in that church. Sad - so very sad - and it's essence was able to take hold of many people, there.
And so, I wanted to write about this because - I believe - we are RESPONSIBLE for the birthing of ANGELS! We can DO this! We CAN make a difference in worlds beyond our own - worlds that affect our own! Today, tonight, this afternoon - you could birth an angel - and each day, you could feed it.
Which kind will it be? That is what free will is about.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Birthing Angels
HUH? Did I say that? Good ole Campbell has lost it this time - LOL...or perhaps you are not surprised at all. Perhaps I should not be surprised, either! That, I am exploring the reality of birthing angels! YES! If one thinks about it, isn't it hinted at time and again? Oh dear, my Bible study part isn't the best...and so I AM leaning on a bit of passed information and sort-of-remembered passages. However, recently I stumbled upon the most amazing book - on the Kabbalah. It is fairly complex, but I sat --- absorbed -- and amazed at what I was reading!
I am going to play a bit unfair, here. I have not finished the book! And, I have several more on the Kabbalah to read before I jump right out there and say - YES - WE give birth to angels! And we also birth evil.
But think about it for a few minutes, and it could make perfect sense to you...."sense" where there are not any....that feeling you get inside your bones, inside your DNA that tells you something. A place the "modern church" has turned its back on, except through ritual. Really...try heading to a priest and tell them you talked to a couple of trees yesterday. The response will NOT be positive. It will be a veiled attempt to NOT tell you that it is inappropriate, but rather to "spiritually guide" you into doubting yourself. Gently. The nice ones do it very gently.
Tell Saint Frances about this!
But, you know, don't you? About that place? Don't you? Faith comes from there. Those hmmmm, little feelings that are new to you and come at the most surprising times, OR perhaps in worship, or when looking at nature's total beauty. That little feeling coming from deep inside...how did it get there and where does it go? IF you are one to believe in "cause and effect" then even those bits of energy are spreading out and??? what? This is the largest hint I will give you regarding the birth of an angel. And, if your heart has never pushed against your rib cage when looking at a newborn, or a mountain range, then I agree that you may not understand what I am talking about. Unfortunately, the "church" no longer understands it. Ritual (symbol) has lost it meaning beyond the word "devotion." Touching that "thin space" and stepping through the veil no longer happens - according to the attitudes of today.
WHY was it NOT inappropriate for Frances, Teresa of Avila, Julian of Norwich, Hildegard of Bingen and so so many others to have "these experiences?" Did someone get out the word that "it" does not happen any longer?
Might sound as if I am very off topic, but am I too far off? Do you have a difficult time imagining that you COULD birth an angel ...because??? What influences has there been in your life to cause you to immediately doubt?
Well, I am not going to let it all out here -- HOW we birth angels. That will come later. To be continued....
As for that other subject - talking with trees - or birds, or the sky, or "things," if you read the great saints, if you read the awesome contemplatives of the past, there should be no doubt that such a thing is possible. After all - Jesus talked with God all the time.... and if you say, "Well, he is the Son of God," (as if we are not the children of God, as well!), then what's with Moses and the prophets?
.....to be continued.....
I am going to play a bit unfair, here. I have not finished the book! And, I have several more on the Kabbalah to read before I jump right out there and say - YES - WE give birth to angels! And we also birth evil.
But think about it for a few minutes, and it could make perfect sense to you...."sense" where there are not any....that feeling you get inside your bones, inside your DNA that tells you something. A place the "modern church" has turned its back on, except through ritual. Really...try heading to a priest and tell them you talked to a couple of trees yesterday. The response will NOT be positive. It will be a veiled attempt to NOT tell you that it is inappropriate, but rather to "spiritually guide" you into doubting yourself. Gently. The nice ones do it very gently.
Tell Saint Frances about this!
But, you know, don't you? About that place? Don't you? Faith comes from there. Those hmmmm, little feelings that are new to you and come at the most surprising times, OR perhaps in worship, or when looking at nature's total beauty. That little feeling coming from deep inside...how did it get there and where does it go? IF you are one to believe in "cause and effect" then even those bits of energy are spreading out and??? what? This is the largest hint I will give you regarding the birth of an angel. And, if your heart has never pushed against your rib cage when looking at a newborn, or a mountain range, then I agree that you may not understand what I am talking about. Unfortunately, the "church" no longer understands it. Ritual (symbol) has lost it meaning beyond the word "devotion." Touching that "thin space" and stepping through the veil no longer happens - according to the attitudes of today.
WHY was it NOT inappropriate for Frances, Teresa of Avila, Julian of Norwich, Hildegard of Bingen and so so many others to have "these experiences?" Did someone get out the word that "it" does not happen any longer?
Might sound as if I am very off topic, but am I too far off? Do you have a difficult time imagining that you COULD birth an angel ...because??? What influences has there been in your life to cause you to immediately doubt?
Well, I am not going to let it all out here -- HOW we birth angels. That will come later. To be continued....
As for that other subject - talking with trees - or birds, or the sky, or "things," if you read the great saints, if you read the awesome contemplatives of the past, there should be no doubt that such a thing is possible. After all - Jesus talked with God all the time.... and if you say, "Well, he is the Son of God," (as if we are not the children of God, as well!), then what's with Moses and the prophets?
.....to be continued.....
Monday, June 13, 2011
The Only Restriction
This is me coming at ya! The monastery does not have a lot of restrictions regarding Christian beliefs - just that you believe in the life and ministry of Jesus. This should be obvious! They understand this means it is a highly personal relatioship; giving much latitude to the "ways" and "means" of private worship and "belief."
So, this is me coming at ya! Recently, a friend talked about not feeling the need to worship in a church. I emailed her back - talking about the ancient Christian establishment and how important it was to have community... and for most people that means church life. Worshiping together as The Body of Christ. Sounds nice, doesn't it? And, do not get me wrong - I think it IS very nice. Thing is, I really do not think it is neccessary - at all. Not even a little bit. For many people, it is necessary as we are social creatures and the added benefit of worship in a group setting is valuable. But - really - DOES this bring you closer to God? I stressed to my friend that living the life we are called to live includes living near and working with people we also do not like tremendously. And, how - if one is apart from a group, how DO you learn to love that neighbor --- if you don't have them? I still hang on that one. But, I do think that the "neighbor" is everywhere.
I happen to like attending church - because it has become a "thin place" for me. It is also apparaent that it is NOT a "thin place" for others. I have this feeling that the push for everyone to attend church (or feel guilty as all heck) is a bid to pay the electric bill! And, if the church is to keep its doors open - the electric bill DOES need to be paid.
Another point to consider is that some people need more structure than others. If they didn't sit in the pew every Sunday, they might well forget that God "is" at all! However, I also don't think that pew-sitting lends a lot to these people - the ones content on chucking a can of green beans in the plastic blue bin on the way into the sanctuary and calling that ministry! A lot of those. At the same time, I am not saying MUCH about this, since it surely isnt up to me to go that "good" and "bad" route.
In a nutshell - church can feed many; the masses. Is it neccesary? Not one whit! And so, the only restriction in "being a Christian" is to live as Jesus did. Afterall, the word Christian comes from the Greek meaning "little Christ." Next time you mention that you are a Christian, if you have trouble saying "I am a little Christ," perhaps you should avail yourself to the learning opportunitites and the group worship that churches can offer. Like AA or NA - these institutions can help you find that "thin space" where little christs are remembered - again.
So, this is me coming at ya! Recently, a friend talked about not feeling the need to worship in a church. I emailed her back - talking about the ancient Christian establishment and how important it was to have community... and for most people that means church life. Worshiping together as The Body of Christ. Sounds nice, doesn't it? And, do not get me wrong - I think it IS very nice. Thing is, I really do not think it is neccessary - at all. Not even a little bit. For many people, it is necessary as we are social creatures and the added benefit of worship in a group setting is valuable. But - really - DOES this bring you closer to God? I stressed to my friend that living the life we are called to live includes living near and working with people we also do not like tremendously. And, how - if one is apart from a group, how DO you learn to love that neighbor --- if you don't have them? I still hang on that one. But, I do think that the "neighbor" is everywhere.
I happen to like attending church - because it has become a "thin place" for me. It is also apparaent that it is NOT a "thin place" for others. I have this feeling that the push for everyone to attend church (or feel guilty as all heck) is a bid to pay the electric bill! And, if the church is to keep its doors open - the electric bill DOES need to be paid.
Another point to consider is that some people need more structure than others. If they didn't sit in the pew every Sunday, they might well forget that God "is" at all! However, I also don't think that pew-sitting lends a lot to these people - the ones content on chucking a can of green beans in the plastic blue bin on the way into the sanctuary and calling that ministry! A lot of those. At the same time, I am not saying MUCH about this, since it surely isnt up to me to go that "good" and "bad" route.
In a nutshell - church can feed many; the masses. Is it neccesary? Not one whit! And so, the only restriction in "being a Christian" is to live as Jesus did. Afterall, the word Christian comes from the Greek meaning "little Christ." Next time you mention that you are a Christian, if you have trouble saying "I am a little Christ," perhaps you should avail yourself to the learning opportunitites and the group worship that churches can offer. Like AA or NA - these institutions can help you find that "thin space" where little christs are remembered - again.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
A Year Of Change
Has it been a year, already? Well, almost - end of the month makes it official! Time at the monastery is even more elusive as it was out in that world! Is it because I am no longer punching a time clock? Could it be that I am not glued to the TV? My best guess is that I have - to some extent - beCOME content with living the moment. I've found that when you do that - time as perceived out there in that world takes on a new form. Time is just now and those nows add up to major time.... except you don't notice and most of all, you no longer care.
This may sound a little fuzzy, or strange, or something you can't relate to at all? I know when I met a monk at that place I can's spell at the moment - near Bardstown (Thomas Merton's monastery), Br. Paul was asked by someone in my group how long he'd been there...and he really didnt have a good idea of how long. It would have taken quite a bit of mathematics. It was certainly not an automatic number that popped up in his mind. Now, I can understand that better. When you live in a place where time is based on prayer-times it tends to become the backbone of your life and nothing much catches your time attention. Of course, I have to head to my volunteer work at a certain time - had a class in Frankfort this past weekend. Life in the monastery does not mean that life on the outside no longer exists - at least not where I reside. However, there is a new sense of ease about this whole time thing. You just let it pass for the moment and don't bother to add it up and make that a part of your life's inventory.
So, what great change has come over me this past year? Not much - and a great deal. I continue to be happy each day - count up those number of days of happiness and surely you would determine that change has come in various ways. I have grown closer to God - which was my intention. I continue and will continue to strive for such a relationship. That is why I breathe...
Recently, I was struck by a realization, which when it came to me, it was actually so simple in nature I was also hit by the way I had made it so complicated that it was me all along that had stood in the way of deeper happiness and a closer relationship with God. After all this rambling, I best let you in on it.
I have felt, at times, so close to nature. Particularly trees. Okay, sounds odd, but hang with me. I felt as if we were kindred, yet at times I was separate from them. When close to them, it was a feeling of joy, peace, wholeness, love. When not attuned, I yearned for the closeness to return. So, a lot of prayer time and reflection was spent on re-gaining that relationship. The other day - out of the blue - I realized that I AM a part of those trees - and they are of me. Just that simple! And so, I do not have to ASK or PRAY or BEG for a relationship. It is always there. It never began and it nevers stops. I feel much more settled now that I not only understand this on an intellectual level, but also feel it inside my bones.
And so yes, there has been a great change in me - but I doubt if you saw me walk down the street if you'd notice.
This may sound a little fuzzy, or strange, or something you can't relate to at all? I know when I met a monk at that place I can's spell at the moment - near Bardstown (Thomas Merton's monastery), Br. Paul was asked by someone in my group how long he'd been there...and he really didnt have a good idea of how long. It would have taken quite a bit of mathematics. It was certainly not an automatic number that popped up in his mind. Now, I can understand that better. When you live in a place where time is based on prayer-times it tends to become the backbone of your life and nothing much catches your time attention. Of course, I have to head to my volunteer work at a certain time - had a class in Frankfort this past weekend. Life in the monastery does not mean that life on the outside no longer exists - at least not where I reside. However, there is a new sense of ease about this whole time thing. You just let it pass for the moment and don't bother to add it up and make that a part of your life's inventory.
So, what great change has come over me this past year? Not much - and a great deal. I continue to be happy each day - count up those number of days of happiness and surely you would determine that change has come in various ways. I have grown closer to God - which was my intention. I continue and will continue to strive for such a relationship. That is why I breathe...
Recently, I was struck by a realization, which when it came to me, it was actually so simple in nature I was also hit by the way I had made it so complicated that it was me all along that had stood in the way of deeper happiness and a closer relationship with God. After all this rambling, I best let you in on it.
I have felt, at times, so close to nature. Particularly trees. Okay, sounds odd, but hang with me. I felt as if we were kindred, yet at times I was separate from them. When close to them, it was a feeling of joy, peace, wholeness, love. When not attuned, I yearned for the closeness to return. So, a lot of prayer time and reflection was spent on re-gaining that relationship. The other day - out of the blue - I realized that I AM a part of those trees - and they are of me. Just that simple! And so, I do not have to ASK or PRAY or BEG for a relationship. It is always there. It never began and it nevers stops. I feel much more settled now that I not only understand this on an intellectual level, but also feel it inside my bones.
And so yes, there has been a great change in me - but I doubt if you saw me walk down the street if you'd notice.
Monday, March 21, 2011
St. Benendict's Feast Day
We like Feast Days on the mountain -- it means we can skip Compline and go to bed if we are really tired! Sounds odd, doesn't it? But, as humans, we also get tired and would rather hit the hay than the prayer book. It is a nice break. I, and am sure others - like me - pray Compline in our rooms. We also have a special meal - which is a real treat during Lent! I had no idea that my birthday was one day after St. Benedict's Feast Day. Yes - you guessed it! This means two days in a row of having a special meal and no Compline! I have a class on Tuesday nights with the Postulant Mistress - and she asked if we could move it this week to Thursday...to give me an evening free to celebrate my birthday. It is small things like this that you find here on the moutain. People trying to be thoughtful.
Back to St. Benedict! The major reason I was drawn to St. Benedicts Rule was the amount of balance and fairness to humanity I found, there. This man was a remarkable character so far beyond his time. There were monastic communities during his lifetime, but they were rough and many times called for the members to live a life full of misery. This was not the intention of St. Benedict, who saw us all as being very human, as God made us. Therefore, we needed adequate shelter, food, and rest. If you read the Rule (version by Joan Chittister is my favorite),you will find time and again that St. Benedict states a rule and then turns around and says, "unless..... ." He made the Rule to be flexible according to the community, weather conditions, and even the different times of the year when daylight and darkness changed the rythmn of the day.
I could give you a history of St. Benedict, but that is easily Goggled, and so will not spend time here going through all of it. Let me add, however, that this remarkable man lived from the late 400s to the mid-500s. It is remarkable that his Rule continues strong today, but not surprising. I ask you to read it - as it is useful for any lifestyle, and was written NOT for clergy, but for the layperson. Joan's edition - with commentary will help you understand how to use it as a life rule in your home. I assume that most peope reading this are not monastics - HA!
One bit of information (true or not since there is very little about his life) that has always struck me in the heart. I quote a reference here: "We see him with his monks in the church, at their reading, sometimes in the fields, but more commonly in his cell, where frequent messengers find him "weeping silently in his prayers", and in the night hours standing at "the window of his cell in the tower, offering up his prayers to God"
Weeping. Why? For the giveness of others? For forgiveness of himself? For the pain and misery that surrounded him in his world? For not being able to lead all of his followers to God in the way he had intended? OR was he weeping FOR us? WITH us?
Back to St. Benedict! The major reason I was drawn to St. Benedicts Rule was the amount of balance and fairness to humanity I found, there. This man was a remarkable character so far beyond his time. There were monastic communities during his lifetime, but they were rough and many times called for the members to live a life full of misery. This was not the intention of St. Benedict, who saw us all as being very human, as God made us. Therefore, we needed adequate shelter, food, and rest. If you read the Rule (version by Joan Chittister is my favorite),you will find time and again that St. Benedict states a rule and then turns around and says, "unless..... ." He made the Rule to be flexible according to the community, weather conditions, and even the different times of the year when daylight and darkness changed the rythmn of the day.
I could give you a history of St. Benedict, but that is easily Goggled, and so will not spend time here going through all of it. Let me add, however, that this remarkable man lived from the late 400s to the mid-500s. It is remarkable that his Rule continues strong today, but not surprising. I ask you to read it - as it is useful for any lifestyle, and was written NOT for clergy, but for the layperson. Joan's edition - with commentary will help you understand how to use it as a life rule in your home. I assume that most peope reading this are not monastics - HA!
One bit of information (true or not since there is very little about his life) that has always struck me in the heart. I quote a reference here: "We see him with his monks in the church, at their reading, sometimes in the fields, but more commonly in his cell, where frequent messengers find him "weeping silently in his prayers", and in the night hours standing at "the window of his cell in the tower, offering up his prayers to God"
Weeping. Why? For the giveness of others? For forgiveness of himself? For the pain and misery that surrounded him in his world? For not being able to lead all of his followers to God in the way he had intended? OR was he weeping FOR us? WITH us?
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Life of a Postulant
Not that MY life as a postulant is typical... however, from what I've heard, it could come very close.
As a Protestant, I know that others may not have a clue what it is like to be in a monastery. Try reading some of early Thomas Merton! Now... that might help to clear up a few things that I am trying to explain, here! No, of course -- not that all wise and holy stuff! I have a LONG way before getting there! But, the times when he writes of the difficulty in monastery life. It is NOT easy! At least where I live, we are not a silent Order, and therefore there is not as much passive-aggressive behavior going on! Imagine being really ticked off at someone and you can't even SAY anything!
For those of you that have lived in a large family, you might have a closer idea. All is NOT roses and light. Good thing I did not enter into the monastery believing it would be! In my monastery, there are nine of us. That makes 9 different personalities to handle and respect. Turns out, some are a wee bit easier to handle and respect than others! And, of course, how normal is that? As I am learning in my postulant class, it is truly HOW we come to deal with each, learn to deeply love and respect each other no matter how wounded we may be, determines how successful we are in our spiritual life. The monastery is NOT a place where you hide and pray all day. On the contrary, it is a place where you know you are never REALLY alone, because even in your private room, there is someone right on the other side of the wall.
And so, some days are easier than others. All days are worth it, let me tell you that straight up. Every one is SUPPOSED to have the same goal; to love and respect each other. That means, even when someone gives you a big kick in the self esteem, they hopefully will see that behavior (if not today, then in time) and grow from that, as well. In the kicked, it is a matter of seeing the other person as wounded and reaching out to understand them. Have you ever had your self esteem pummeled and then looked at that person as wounded; in need of understanding?
You may be getting my drift..... life in a monastery is not easy. It is not an escape from the world. It IS a place where the environment is looking toward love and understanding as best as each can muster. It is a place where God is the center. It is a place where personal spiritual growth is encouraged. We are NOT meant to become the same person. Thank goodness for that! It wouldnt work, anyway! Because God has made us differently; we would playing God to attempt to seek the person we expected us to be, rather than the person God made with love.
But - who is that? It is during the time of postulancy that I get to ponder that like never before. It will be a search that will never end. It is a journey that I embrace and, at times, wish I wasn't intent on embracing!
As a Protestant, I know that others may not have a clue what it is like to be in a monastery. Try reading some of early Thomas Merton! Now... that might help to clear up a few things that I am trying to explain, here! No, of course -- not that all wise and holy stuff! I have a LONG way before getting there! But, the times when he writes of the difficulty in monastery life. It is NOT easy! At least where I live, we are not a silent Order, and therefore there is not as much passive-aggressive behavior going on! Imagine being really ticked off at someone and you can't even SAY anything!
For those of you that have lived in a large family, you might have a closer idea. All is NOT roses and light. Good thing I did not enter into the monastery believing it would be! In my monastery, there are nine of us. That makes 9 different personalities to handle and respect. Turns out, some are a wee bit easier to handle and respect than others! And, of course, how normal is that? As I am learning in my postulant class, it is truly HOW we come to deal with each, learn to deeply love and respect each other no matter how wounded we may be, determines how successful we are in our spiritual life. The monastery is NOT a place where you hide and pray all day. On the contrary, it is a place where you know you are never REALLY alone, because even in your private room, there is someone right on the other side of the wall.
And so, some days are easier than others. All days are worth it, let me tell you that straight up. Every one is SUPPOSED to have the same goal; to love and respect each other. That means, even when someone gives you a big kick in the self esteem, they hopefully will see that behavior (if not today, then in time) and grow from that, as well. In the kicked, it is a matter of seeing the other person as wounded and reaching out to understand them. Have you ever had your self esteem pummeled and then looked at that person as wounded; in need of understanding?
You may be getting my drift..... life in a monastery is not easy. It is not an escape from the world. It IS a place where the environment is looking toward love and understanding as best as each can muster. It is a place where God is the center. It is a place where personal spiritual growth is encouraged. We are NOT meant to become the same person. Thank goodness for that! It wouldnt work, anyway! Because God has made us differently; we would playing God to attempt to seek the person we expected us to be, rather than the person God made with love.
But - who is that? It is during the time of postulancy that I get to ponder that like never before. It will be a search that will never end. It is a journey that I embrace and, at times, wish I wasn't intent on embracing!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Postulant Time!
After eight months, I transitioned from a Wannabe to a Postulant. In case I have not explained these titles (and there are more to come), let me go over them in a way that helps most Protestants. Being one of them - I know this helped me a lot.
Wannabe - Official title is Associate. You think she(he) looks really cute from across the room.... and wonder if there could be "something there."
Postulant - She(he) sure enough has turned out to be a really nice person. The feeling is mutual and so now you are dating. Let's see if there is something there that will lead to a whole change in your life!
Novice - It's getting a lot more serious - you are now engaged!!!
First Profession - Congrats! You are in your honeymoon period!...
Final Profession - WoW! You are happily married! Now, you works BEGINS! As with all long term relationships, it takes constant and committed work.
Hopefully, this gives you a better idea of where I am, and what is ahead. I know - most of us are into time, time,time - so let me tell you now, that I have no idea when I will transition from Postulant to Novice. It can take several months, a year and some have been known to take two years. I have a feeling that the two year ones had some REAL doubts, but who knows. The Associate time was one where I checked 'em out while they were doing the same with me. Could I "cut the mustard?" Was I able to "fit in" to a schedule, all those different personalities, and although never mentioned -- was I gonna freak out when the snow piled up and it got cold as an ice cube around here! In other words, and as Sr. Kathleen said during my Postulancy Service - Perserverance. And, I can tell you - it was one! So much to learn (it takes six months to find everything in that huge kitchen!), getting into the routine of making it to prayers, cooking for 10 to 18 people, dragging laundry to other buildings, keeping you mouth shut when you hear another saying something you think is really stupid! LOL Not getting ticked off when the one you share kitchen clean-up pretends they are allergic to the drying towel.
Yes, the monastery is filled with people you meet everywhere. The difference is that you have a place where everyone is actively trying to be the best they can be. Imagine it as a marriage where both partners are working at making it work out for the very best of each other - every day! Woo-Hoo - wouldnt that be something!
During my time as Postulant, I move into the Resident Hall and so here come more changes. How well do I adjust? This is something that will be observed. How well can I keep to the house rules (sorry, room parties are now a thing of the past!), and how many times can I make it inside without slamming the door? I imagine it will also be how I can work out sharing the bathroom with the Novice that shares it with me. Since I've already been cooking and sharing laundry days, and doing assigned choirs, this is something that I will not have to adjust too. Last summer, I think they knew that I was going to stick it out, so they added these areas right away... and that also helped them lessen their load. It now means I have that much less of an adjustment, now.
I meet once a month with the Postulant Director. She helps to guide me through this transition period. Monday, as we met, she reached out to let me know I can ask her questions any time. This is a good thing since this place does NOT come with a manual! She gave me the info about the Resident Hall being a quiet place - there will not even be other Sisters or Postulants or Novices stopping in for conversation, there. It is a place where we all know we can find a private and quiet area. Since the monastery is full people that are into projects, talking about any number of things, and Retreatants sharing their stories - to have a place of sanctuary outside of Chapel, sounds wonderful to me.
The room is also whatever you wnat to make of it. I painted the 10x11 foot room with the slightest lightest share of lavendar - and one wall several shades darker. Anyone who knows me, knows I am into PURPLE! I have brightly colored sheers with wild patterns on them (East Indian designs) and a lamp that is more than retro! I painted the woodwork stark white. My bed will be delivered SOMEtime, soon. We are waiting on that, since I obviously can not sleep on the floor!
Another change - budgeting to see how much I spend a month! Yuk! But, it is necessary, since the day will come when I will have $50/month to live on. Before you faint, or think I will be wearing rags wrapped around my feet through the deep snow - this $50 is personal spending while the monastery takes care of all other expences. Still, you can imagine, it could be a ...how should I put this -- ah, adjustment! I must admit that when Sr. Eileen told me about this, my first thought was CARE PACKAGES FROM FAMILY AND FRIENDS! LOL
Hopefully, I have answered a lot of the usual questions. I know my friends have asked for more information.
And, how do I FEEL? I feel "different," from last Friday to last Saturday. I was surprised, since my thinking the entire time was that I did not care about these titles. I was (and am) just thankful to be here - in a place where I can grow closer to God. But, I DID feel different. After some introspection, I realized that - as with any ceremony, it DOES change your feelings. It is a public announcement of what you care about - what is important inside your heart. How could I have felt any differently?
Wannabe - Official title is Associate. You think she(he) looks really cute from across the room.... and wonder if there could be "something there."
Postulant - She(he) sure enough has turned out to be a really nice person. The feeling is mutual and so now you are dating. Let's see if there is something there that will lead to a whole change in your life!
Novice - It's getting a lot more serious - you are now engaged!!!
First Profession - Congrats! You are in your honeymoon period!...
Final Profession - WoW! You are happily married! Now, you works BEGINS! As with all long term relationships, it takes constant and committed work.
Hopefully, this gives you a better idea of where I am, and what is ahead. I know - most of us are into time, time,time - so let me tell you now, that I have no idea when I will transition from Postulant to Novice. It can take several months, a year and some have been known to take two years. I have a feeling that the two year ones had some REAL doubts, but who knows. The Associate time was one where I checked 'em out while they were doing the same with me. Could I "cut the mustard?" Was I able to "fit in" to a schedule, all those different personalities, and although never mentioned -- was I gonna freak out when the snow piled up and it got cold as an ice cube around here! In other words, and as Sr. Kathleen said during my Postulancy Service - Perserverance. And, I can tell you - it was one! So much to learn (it takes six months to find everything in that huge kitchen!), getting into the routine of making it to prayers, cooking for 10 to 18 people, dragging laundry to other buildings, keeping you mouth shut when you hear another saying something you think is really stupid! LOL Not getting ticked off when the one you share kitchen clean-up pretends they are allergic to the drying towel.
Yes, the monastery is filled with people you meet everywhere. The difference is that you have a place where everyone is actively trying to be the best they can be. Imagine it as a marriage where both partners are working at making it work out for the very best of each other - every day! Woo-Hoo - wouldnt that be something!
During my time as Postulant, I move into the Resident Hall and so here come more changes. How well do I adjust? This is something that will be observed. How well can I keep to the house rules (sorry, room parties are now a thing of the past!), and how many times can I make it inside without slamming the door? I imagine it will also be how I can work out sharing the bathroom with the Novice that shares it with me. Since I've already been cooking and sharing laundry days, and doing assigned choirs, this is something that I will not have to adjust too. Last summer, I think they knew that I was going to stick it out, so they added these areas right away... and that also helped them lessen their load. It now means I have that much less of an adjustment, now.
I meet once a month with the Postulant Director. She helps to guide me through this transition period. Monday, as we met, she reached out to let me know I can ask her questions any time. This is a good thing since this place does NOT come with a manual! She gave me the info about the Resident Hall being a quiet place - there will not even be other Sisters or Postulants or Novices stopping in for conversation, there. It is a place where we all know we can find a private and quiet area. Since the monastery is full people that are into projects, talking about any number of things, and Retreatants sharing their stories - to have a place of sanctuary outside of Chapel, sounds wonderful to me.
The room is also whatever you wnat to make of it. I painted the 10x11 foot room with the slightest lightest share of lavendar - and one wall several shades darker. Anyone who knows me, knows I am into PURPLE! I have brightly colored sheers with wild patterns on them (East Indian designs) and a lamp that is more than retro! I painted the woodwork stark white. My bed will be delivered SOMEtime, soon. We are waiting on that, since I obviously can not sleep on the floor!
Another change - budgeting to see how much I spend a month! Yuk! But, it is necessary, since the day will come when I will have $50/month to live on. Before you faint, or think I will be wearing rags wrapped around my feet through the deep snow - this $50 is personal spending while the monastery takes care of all other expences. Still, you can imagine, it could be a ...how should I put this -- ah, adjustment! I must admit that when Sr. Eileen told me about this, my first thought was CARE PACKAGES FROM FAMILY AND FRIENDS! LOL
Hopefully, I have answered a lot of the usual questions. I know my friends have asked for more information.
And, how do I FEEL? I feel "different," from last Friday to last Saturday. I was surprised, since my thinking the entire time was that I did not care about these titles. I was (and am) just thankful to be here - in a place where I can grow closer to God. But, I DID feel different. After some introspection, I realized that - as with any ceremony, it DOES change your feelings. It is a public announcement of what you care about - what is important inside your heart. How could I have felt any differently?
Friday, December 17, 2010
Oh! Holy Mountain
I'm still not writing about what it is like to be on that mountain, am I? What it is like to being a Nun wannabe... and what the process is like.
I guess there are so many subtleties that it makes it trickier than one would think to "describe" it. Try describing "my church" to someone and see how far you get! LOL... well, I am going to give it a try and see how rambling and vague I become!
I am not filing for postulancy, now.... I will in the future, and although I've been given the paperwork to fill out, there is now a drawback. I'm going to have major surgery and the bottom line is that I have to recover enough to care for myself before the Community can even consider me as a candidate. This has been hard on me in some ways, since as a dreamer, I would have liked for them to say "HEY, we LOVE you! Sign up and we will pray for you to get better and wait for your return from rehab to welcome you home." As it turns out, they will pray and wait, but not for a postulant... just a wannabe.
The reasons are obvious - the Community can not accept me until I demonstrate that I am physically able to be an active member of that Community; like any other. And right now, all energy is going to support Sr. Carolyn and ourselves as we all walk this journey of cancer with her.
Doesn't mean that I am not disappointed and a little scared that I won't be able to cut it.
My prayer life has become the backbone of my life. The chanting, the prayers, the Compline before bed each night. It is as if (and surely it does) replenish my energy. I will miss that while I am gone. I don't know when the surgery will be, but that's what I mean when I say I will be gone. OH! Holy Mountain, I have come to need your healing grace.
Not that everyone here is ready for Sainthood. LOL - there is one that has not agreed with a single idea I've had since I arrived. She is nice enough, but its like no one can have an idea without her taking exception to it. Although I could well be taking THAT too far.... it could be that we are on different poles and she only disagrees with MY ideas.
The latest has been over mice - and getting rid of them from St. Joseph's House (where I live). As dreaded, when cold weather came, so did the mice. I've gotten hold of some humane traps, and until last night, they were too smart for them! They figured out a way to eat the cheese and not be trapped, or at least they were escaping the trap. The sentiment was that I HAD to stop feeding those mice and there was a better way to get rid of them. I flatly informed everyone that I was NOT going to snap a mouse's neck because she/he sought refuge from the cold. I can not IMAGINE what that would be like! And I dont want to see it so that I had a mental picture of it! I plan to track down some larger and more sophisticated traps. One stupid mouse didn't make it out last night, but that's not a good record! I know they are pricey, those larger ones - but at this point, I have to cough it up or there will be snapped mouse necks!
And so, don't think for a minute that all is light and roses and prayers and angels on the Mountain. Someone told me that a religious goes into the monastery with their personality and there they keep it (have I mentioned that before?). I'd like to think that was a general generalization since I have already seen a great change in one of the Novices just since I've been here. And, I pray that I will change in any way that will serve others and myself to the best in this world.
But, first I have to leave this Holy Mountain - have surgery - get better - and return.
I guess there are so many subtleties that it makes it trickier than one would think to "describe" it. Try describing "my church" to someone and see how far you get! LOL... well, I am going to give it a try and see how rambling and vague I become!
I am not filing for postulancy, now.... I will in the future, and although I've been given the paperwork to fill out, there is now a drawback. I'm going to have major surgery and the bottom line is that I have to recover enough to care for myself before the Community can even consider me as a candidate. This has been hard on me in some ways, since as a dreamer, I would have liked for them to say "HEY, we LOVE you! Sign up and we will pray for you to get better and wait for your return from rehab to welcome you home." As it turns out, they will pray and wait, but not for a postulant... just a wannabe.
The reasons are obvious - the Community can not accept me until I demonstrate that I am physically able to be an active member of that Community; like any other. And right now, all energy is going to support Sr. Carolyn and ourselves as we all walk this journey of cancer with her.
Doesn't mean that I am not disappointed and a little scared that I won't be able to cut it.
My prayer life has become the backbone of my life. The chanting, the prayers, the Compline before bed each night. It is as if (and surely it does) replenish my energy. I will miss that while I am gone. I don't know when the surgery will be, but that's what I mean when I say I will be gone. OH! Holy Mountain, I have come to need your healing grace.
Not that everyone here is ready for Sainthood. LOL - there is one that has not agreed with a single idea I've had since I arrived. She is nice enough, but its like no one can have an idea without her taking exception to it. Although I could well be taking THAT too far.... it could be that we are on different poles and she only disagrees with MY ideas.
The latest has been over mice - and getting rid of them from St. Joseph's House (where I live). As dreaded, when cold weather came, so did the mice. I've gotten hold of some humane traps, and until last night, they were too smart for them! They figured out a way to eat the cheese and not be trapped, or at least they were escaping the trap. The sentiment was that I HAD to stop feeding those mice and there was a better way to get rid of them. I flatly informed everyone that I was NOT going to snap a mouse's neck because she/he sought refuge from the cold. I can not IMAGINE what that would be like! And I dont want to see it so that I had a mental picture of it! I plan to track down some larger and more sophisticated traps. One stupid mouse didn't make it out last night, but that's not a good record! I know they are pricey, those larger ones - but at this point, I have to cough it up or there will be snapped mouse necks!
And so, don't think for a minute that all is light and roses and prayers and angels on the Mountain. Someone told me that a religious goes into the monastery with their personality and there they keep it (have I mentioned that before?). I'd like to think that was a general generalization since I have already seen a great change in one of the Novices just since I've been here. And, I pray that I will change in any way that will serve others and myself to the best in this world.
But, first I have to leave this Holy Mountain - have surgery - get better - and return.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Holidays & Holy Days
As usual, a lot has been going on. Looks like I had to head to a monastery to find my days so full. AND, I've put more miles on my car than in its 9 year life with me! Go figure! But, it's all "good work" to me, and I have never felt more satifisfed with my life than at this moment.
Saturday, we had the Greening of the Chapel. We spent the day collecting ivy, holly, and greens from the property. Some made wreaths while others snipped the holly leaves from bushes. Others cleaned which I thought was rather amusing since I knew what would happen as soon as the service started! And what a special service it was! Someone read a meditation, then we would begin to sing (I played the organ!) as people began to hang the branch cuttings from light fixtures - then another meditation, singing as we hung the wreaths all around the 8-sided chapel. The last is the most dramatic -- another meditation, then singing as people went to the open second floor and began to drop the ivy over the side.
TRANSFORMED! The Chapel is beautiful, and smells beautiful, too. It is officially Advent. Our chants are in candlelight....
We drew names and our stockings are hung with care... in the causeway from the main building to the Chapel. I check mine each day to see if my Secret Santa has dropped a surprise in there! I am very lucky - whoever it is KNOWS me. Oh yes, it is usually purple! Each evening before we eat, a meditation is read, and we stand for a few minutes to consider it. Yesterday, it was about the 4 Nuns that were raped, tortured, and then murdered 30 years ago in El Salvador. One of them was just 2 weeks younger than me.
Thankfulness - mainly, this is a season to be thankful... for me, anyway. I am surrounded by prayer, love and support - laughter, jokes and teasing.
Not to say I've found heaven on earth. Someone told me that religious enter a monastery with their personality, and they keep that personality. This is obvious in a few cases!! However, I don't buy that fully, as some have changed with love and encouragement just since I've been here. I pray that my heart will also learn to open as wide as it can - in order to be who I was meant to be on this earth. This is the goal that brought me to the mountain, and one I reach out for every single day.
I am the lucky one. I wonder how many try to be all they can be - and are beat down by the "season of Joy," media, those personalities that seem not to be able to take a breath without something demeaning passing their lips. And don't you just love it when they then turn and tell you how they live lives that are far reaching? We all know that deep down they are in such pain.
I haven't mentioned Jesus Christ once! Amazing, isn't it? Bet you thought this entry would be full of "the baby Jesus is about to be born." Well, we all know that, and like you - I wait for that blessed moment of celebration. However, I try very hard to remember that Jesus is my living example every day of the year. I grew so weary of going through the motions of being a Christian, and decided to walk it. Holidays and Holy Days are nice - but I really don't think Jesus had that in mind when he was living. These are human constucts that at one time, and in some other places, were meant to bring us closer to God and to the man who lived a life of example. He was a religious - and lived to be what he was meant to be.
My prayer for all of you is that you will spend this Holiday/Holy Days thinking about what it would take for you to set yourself free. What a gift under the tree that would be.
Saturday, we had the Greening of the Chapel. We spent the day collecting ivy, holly, and greens from the property. Some made wreaths while others snipped the holly leaves from bushes. Others cleaned which I thought was rather amusing since I knew what would happen as soon as the service started! And what a special service it was! Someone read a meditation, then we would begin to sing (I played the organ!) as people began to hang the branch cuttings from light fixtures - then another meditation, singing as we hung the wreaths all around the 8-sided chapel. The last is the most dramatic -- another meditation, then singing as people went to the open second floor and began to drop the ivy over the side.
TRANSFORMED! The Chapel is beautiful, and smells beautiful, too. It is officially Advent. Our chants are in candlelight....
We drew names and our stockings are hung with care... in the causeway from the main building to the Chapel. I check mine each day to see if my Secret Santa has dropped a surprise in there! I am very lucky - whoever it is KNOWS me. Oh yes, it is usually purple! Each evening before we eat, a meditation is read, and we stand for a few minutes to consider it. Yesterday, it was about the 4 Nuns that were raped, tortured, and then murdered 30 years ago in El Salvador. One of them was just 2 weeks younger than me.
Thankfulness - mainly, this is a season to be thankful... for me, anyway. I am surrounded by prayer, love and support - laughter, jokes and teasing.
Not to say I've found heaven on earth. Someone told me that religious enter a monastery with their personality, and they keep that personality. This is obvious in a few cases!! However, I don't buy that fully, as some have changed with love and encouragement just since I've been here. I pray that my heart will also learn to open as wide as it can - in order to be who I was meant to be on this earth. This is the goal that brought me to the mountain, and one I reach out for every single day.
I am the lucky one. I wonder how many try to be all they can be - and are beat down by the "season of Joy," media, those personalities that seem not to be able to take a breath without something demeaning passing their lips. And don't you just love it when they then turn and tell you how they live lives that are far reaching? We all know that deep down they are in such pain.
I haven't mentioned Jesus Christ once! Amazing, isn't it? Bet you thought this entry would be full of "the baby Jesus is about to be born." Well, we all know that, and like you - I wait for that blessed moment of celebration. However, I try very hard to remember that Jesus is my living example every day of the year. I grew so weary of going through the motions of being a Christian, and decided to walk it. Holidays and Holy Days are nice - but I really don't think Jesus had that in mind when he was living. These are human constucts that at one time, and in some other places, were meant to bring us closer to God and to the man who lived a life of example. He was a religious - and lived to be what he was meant to be.
My prayer for all of you is that you will spend this Holiday/Holy Days thinking about what it would take for you to set yourself free. What a gift under the tree that would be.
Monday, August 23, 2010
It's Time For The Nuts and The Bolts
For those of you that are tapping that foot -- ticking those fingertips against the keyboard thinking out loud, "WHEN is she going to tell me what goes ON in there?," I thought I would get that out of the way. After all, I did promise to let people know what it is like to enter a monastery!
So, I will start with the basics -- like the schedule. I am one to seek the life of a religious, however, I am NOT a person who would fit behind walls and a lifetime of silence. The closer I've come to God, the more I have felt the need to "be quiet" and to serve. The Dwelling Place Monastery is a perfect home for me, as you will see by the schedule - AND - if you are aware of the schedules of other monasteries!
5:45am It's up and at it -- getting ready for Prayers.
6:30am Morning Prayer
7:00am Breakfast
Off to work with the poor for everyone -- down the mountain and out into the world. In my case, I work at the St. James Episcopal church office 4 hours a day, 4 days a week. On the 5th day, I work on the community web site, in the library, take photographs, run errands, and at the Floyd County Animal Shelter.
5:45pm Evening Prayer
6:15pm Supper
9:00pm Compline - silence until morning.
This is Monday through Friday. On Saturday, we continue to work. There are 24 acres to care for, and many buildings that must be kept clean and in repair. We usually work some or most of the day on Saturday with whatever needs to be done on the monastery property. On Sunday, I attend church services, and then - have the rest of the day off.
Inbetween those hours during the week, we share our day's journey with each other, we take walks, we have private prayer. We read, we sew, we knit. We garden, we sit! We almost always have a retreatant, and this means that Christ is at the door! And that means there is someone who needs to be watched over. Everyone who comes to our door is to be served as Christ. And so, although we might come home from work, there is still work to be done.
I am now on the official chore and work list! I think this is a good sign, my dear friends! Figure if I wasn't working out here, they wouldn't bother to make out a list and put my name down. I now cook on Tuesdays (if anyone has any good and SIMPLE vegetarian dishes, please contact me!) for anywhere from 10-15 people, and do dishes on Thursday and and Friday nights. I tend the flower garden at St. Joseph's. How kind of them to assign this plot to me, knowing that my back can not take a lot of bending; it is a very small area. I must also keep St. Joseph's House clean and neat for retreatants. Since this place has a special place in my heart (the first place I stayed as a retreatant four years ago) it is an honor to keep it nice and as pleasant for others that are visiting. I also live there!
And then - very close to my heart is my new OFFICIAL POSITION -- Animal Behavior Specialist! What a title! The Prioress came up with that one. Yes, I am in charge of training the dogs to a few new habits around the monastery. There are three of them, all three are different in personality and needs. I love them. It makes my job very easy. It makes this job pure joy.
And so, there's the nuts and bolts. Of course, there is a lot more. The prayers mean we read the psalms through every 5 weeks. We keep the Daily Office. It has become my anchor. My day would not be complete without coming together to pray.
So, I will start with the basics -- like the schedule. I am one to seek the life of a religious, however, I am NOT a person who would fit behind walls and a lifetime of silence. The closer I've come to God, the more I have felt the need to "be quiet" and to serve. The Dwelling Place Monastery is a perfect home for me, as you will see by the schedule - AND - if you are aware of the schedules of other monasteries!
5:45am It's up and at it -- getting ready for Prayers.
6:30am Morning Prayer
7:00am Breakfast
Off to work with the poor for everyone -- down the mountain and out into the world. In my case, I work at the St. James Episcopal church office 4 hours a day, 4 days a week. On the 5th day, I work on the community web site, in the library, take photographs, run errands, and at the Floyd County Animal Shelter.
5:45pm Evening Prayer
6:15pm Supper
9:00pm Compline - silence until morning.
This is Monday through Friday. On Saturday, we continue to work. There are 24 acres to care for, and many buildings that must be kept clean and in repair. We usually work some or most of the day on Saturday with whatever needs to be done on the monastery property. On Sunday, I attend church services, and then - have the rest of the day off.
Inbetween those hours during the week, we share our day's journey with each other, we take walks, we have private prayer. We read, we sew, we knit. We garden, we sit! We almost always have a retreatant, and this means that Christ is at the door! And that means there is someone who needs to be watched over. Everyone who comes to our door is to be served as Christ. And so, although we might come home from work, there is still work to be done.
I am now on the official chore and work list! I think this is a good sign, my dear friends! Figure if I wasn't working out here, they wouldn't bother to make out a list and put my name down. I now cook on Tuesdays (if anyone has any good and SIMPLE vegetarian dishes, please contact me!) for anywhere from 10-15 people, and do dishes on Thursday and and Friday nights. I tend the flower garden at St. Joseph's. How kind of them to assign this plot to me, knowing that my back can not take a lot of bending; it is a very small area. I must also keep St. Joseph's House clean and neat for retreatants. Since this place has a special place in my heart (the first place I stayed as a retreatant four years ago) it is an honor to keep it nice and as pleasant for others that are visiting. I also live there!
And then - very close to my heart is my new OFFICIAL POSITION -- Animal Behavior Specialist! What a title! The Prioress came up with that one. Yes, I am in charge of training the dogs to a few new habits around the monastery. There are three of them, all three are different in personality and needs. I love them. It makes my job very easy. It makes this job pure joy.
And so, there's the nuts and bolts. Of course, there is a lot more. The prayers mean we read the psalms through every 5 weeks. We keep the Daily Office. It has become my anchor. My day would not be complete without coming together to pray.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
What's It All About....Alfie?
I have no idea. The only thing I know after taking a 10 week inventory, is that this is truly a process of loss and gain, dying and learning to live anew. How do you put that down on paper, or chit chat about that over afternoon tea?
My heart is filled in happiness - but more importantly, when those moments when it is not, I know deeply, that it is ok. This is a safe place. God is here, where no other place is for ME. Of course - God is everywhere in everything. I have always known that, and know that. However, for me, it does not mean I can see or hear God. Those glimpses from the side, those whispers just caught -- are not where I came from; not very often. At least not as easily gained. And I felt alone in the middle of the crowd. There was a stranger in the midst of the laughter. Not to be confused with a sad lonely stranger, but a stranger I was. Have always been. I love people. I enjoy people. I laugh - inside and out. But how can you feel truly at home when there is another world that can not be shared on any level with anyone? That is why I left everything. It was now or not to be. Was I going to see if I was brave enough to leave conformity (where I'd failed, but was at least liked and found to be entertaining most of the time), or would I do what I had done all of my life - over half a century and follow along; attempting to be like everyone else
I left a life behind in search of another. That is what I got. And, as I continue to discover the dying and living it takes to embrace it, I am.... finally discovering what God made.
My heart is filled in happiness - but more importantly, when those moments when it is not, I know deeply, that it is ok. This is a safe place. God is here, where no other place is for ME. Of course - God is everywhere in everything. I have always known that, and know that. However, for me, it does not mean I can see or hear God. Those glimpses from the side, those whispers just caught -- are not where I came from; not very often. At least not as easily gained. And I felt alone in the middle of the crowd. There was a stranger in the midst of the laughter. Not to be confused with a sad lonely stranger, but a stranger I was. Have always been. I love people. I enjoy people. I laugh - inside and out. But how can you feel truly at home when there is another world that can not be shared on any level with anyone? That is why I left everything. It was now or not to be. Was I going to see if I was brave enough to leave conformity (where I'd failed, but was at least liked and found to be entertaining most of the time), or would I do what I had done all of my life - over half a century and follow along; attempting to be like everyone else
I left a life behind in search of another. That is what I got. And, as I continue to discover the dying and living it takes to embrace it, I am.... finally discovering what God made.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
On The Mountain - Arrival - AT LAST!
I know! You thought I dropped off a cliff, somewhere! It has been so long. And, it has. In the realm of time and in place. It has taken me a while to get hold of a computer that works, and it took me even longer to WANT to get on a computer.
Surprising. It was for me. So much of life has been computers. Work, friends, shopping, news, socializing. Yet, where I am now, there doesnt seem to be such a "need" for it. I forget to get on the computer! For me, that is sort of like forgetting to eat dessert! However, I wont go as far as saying its like forgetting to eat chocolate!
My first couple of weeks at the Dwelling Place Monastery was so tiring. The first week I hardly knew I was there. Each evening at Evening Prayer, everyone has a chance to say a prayer ending with, "We pray," and everyone answers, "Lord, hear our prayer." Days passed, and I never acknowledged my arrival! I knew they were beginning to wonder what was going on. Was I happy? Was I ready to pack the car and perhaps slip out in the night?
It was the trauma of leaving. No, not because I missed my home, family, friends, familiar things. It was what it took out of me to GET out of there. And it wasn't until I WAS out of there, that the trauma of it truly hit me hard. Like PTSD, I was numb; I rarely raised my head to look at the trees above me.
Five days after arriving, during Evening Prayer, I said, "In thanksgiving for my arrival for I HAVE arrived! We pray." And the Sisters all turned to me and smiled. In unison, they said, "LORD, hear our prayer."
And I have arrived. Each day I learn something new... where another dish goes in the largest kitchen I have ever seen... how a tiny piece of my heart fits inside this world of Joy.
I have arrived. I am SO tired and I am SO happy.
And, I will be back here very soon.
Much love for all of you who have waited with love.
Surprising. It was for me. So much of life has been computers. Work, friends, shopping, news, socializing. Yet, where I am now, there doesnt seem to be such a "need" for it. I forget to get on the computer! For me, that is sort of like forgetting to eat dessert! However, I wont go as far as saying its like forgetting to eat chocolate!
My first couple of weeks at the Dwelling Place Monastery was so tiring. The first week I hardly knew I was there. Each evening at Evening Prayer, everyone has a chance to say a prayer ending with, "We pray," and everyone answers, "Lord, hear our prayer." Days passed, and I never acknowledged my arrival! I knew they were beginning to wonder what was going on. Was I happy? Was I ready to pack the car and perhaps slip out in the night?
It was the trauma of leaving. No, not because I missed my home, family, friends, familiar things. It was what it took out of me to GET out of there. And it wasn't until I WAS out of there, that the trauma of it truly hit me hard. Like PTSD, I was numb; I rarely raised my head to look at the trees above me.
Five days after arriving, during Evening Prayer, I said, "In thanksgiving for my arrival for I HAVE arrived! We pray." And the Sisters all turned to me and smiled. In unison, they said, "LORD, hear our prayer."
And I have arrived. Each day I learn something new... where another dish goes in the largest kitchen I have ever seen... how a tiny piece of my heart fits inside this world of Joy.
I have arrived. I am SO tired and I am SO happy.
And, I will be back here very soon.
Much love for all of you who have waited with love.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Angels In The Sky
I woke up this morning, rolled over, and saw angels.
This is the best way to start ones day. I decided this, as I watched in wonder as one angel, cherub, and okay, elderly man and woman, and a few chidren, aimlessly passed by after another.
The clouds were amazing. It lasted a long time and for obvious reasons, I didn't want it to be finished. My greatest view was of a standing angel kissing the forehead of a woman. Then there were fat cherubs, and even an angel floating with arms outsretched - just hanging there with a billowing long garment, as if saying "Hello, I can see you from here. Can you see me?"
I mention this because it is important. I think as important as anything I've mentioned before. I love life and it is exciting. The wonder of it is amazing. I am dazzeled almost every day and on the days I am not, I ask myself why I didn't bother. Because it all has to do with how I busy myself. I can busy myself with the this's and that's and call it reality, or I can watch those clouds to see angels.
I can look into the eyes of the person at the grocery store and see Christ.
This is the best way to start ones day. I decided this, as I watched in wonder as one angel, cherub, and okay, elderly man and woman, and a few chidren, aimlessly passed by after another.
The clouds were amazing. It lasted a long time and for obvious reasons, I didn't want it to be finished. My greatest view was of a standing angel kissing the forehead of a woman. Then there were fat cherubs, and even an angel floating with arms outsretched - just hanging there with a billowing long garment, as if saying "Hello, I can see you from here. Can you see me?"
I mention this because it is important. I think as important as anything I've mentioned before. I love life and it is exciting. The wonder of it is amazing. I am dazzeled almost every day and on the days I am not, I ask myself why I didn't bother. Because it all has to do with how I busy myself. I can busy myself with the this's and that's and call it reality, or I can watch those clouds to see angels.
I can look into the eyes of the person at the grocery store and see Christ.
Monday, April 12, 2010
The Cross We Think We Carry
I know you've heard it. The Cross we carry. Pick up your Cross. Hymns are full of this, sermons, people say it at times of crisis or tough times to connote just that; crisis or tough times.
And I believe that's too bad because most of us have no clue what it is like to carry a Cross. Not a single clue. But we do know how to use Cross carrying as a cover for pride. I should know since I am an expert at this.
Pride.
Pride?
Men don't cry - carrying your Cross. Women give everyone else the larger portion - carrying your Cross. Children be small adults - carrying your Cross. In American society, we are taught young that to complain, express emotion, let people know we are in distress, have needs, are hungry, is NOT carrying your Cross.
For the life of me, I can not find that in the Bible, although I was raised in a Christian family and our culture is undeniably one formed from Christian principles. I would like to find the person who came up with this thought the first go around and have a nice sitdown with them, because this person has made Cross carrying cliche and a lie.
We don't let people know about these things because we don't want to appear vulnerable, weak, less than the best. We put on great faces (facade?) and go out thinking we are carrying that Cross. Let me add that I am using "we" but it does feel comfortable. If you are not included in the "we" then I truly humbly apologize and want you to have a sitdown with me. I need it.
Pride is my greatest demon. I have a lot of them, but pride looms over me like the shadow of the Cross. Dark, sad, and empty. Like carrying the fake one, self delusion is heavy. It is a burden that drags you down day after day, until you are so wasted there isn't a lot left to call upon. That inner strength is sapped. Yet you try and have no idea why you aren't getting anywhere. Up pops another Cross - you think.
Don't get me wrong, many of us have bent backs from the burden. This is not an exclusive club. And, I am not a fixer. My Cross is so large, I have to wear a back brace just to stand straight!
I looked at Jesus on the Cross at Easter, and I dropped some wood chips at his feet. Just some chips. There he was, showing me how to let go of pride the best way he could, the most giving way a human can. In my face, he showed me. All I could give him were a few chips. And that tore at me like death. My pride is so important to me, to give up even a particle of it hurts.
Today I drove around the large cemetery in town visiting the duck pond, looking at the Dogwoods and Redbuds in bloom. When driving toward the gate toward the main roadway, I laughed. It had been so enjoyable. Everything so beautiful, so special, so sacred. "God is good," I said. "God is the best."
Yes, it was humorous. Because if God is good and is the best, and I am a part of God, that means I am a part of everything I had just experienced. Pride had nothing to do with it. I was free of the self imposed Cross for just a few seconds. I could have soared through the moonroof, as the load was lifted from my shoulder.
Then I made a right turn and headed to the car repair shop. A friend of mine found out my car was about to conk out and called to tell me to go have it fixed. I drove on from the cemetery to the repair shop. While waiting for the mechanic to dismantle Tina enough to see what all could be wrong, I read the book I'm enjoying; The Cloud of Unknowing.
When the mechanic told me it would cost $2,000 to fix Tina, I straightened my back brace and drove her home.
And I believe that's too bad because most of us have no clue what it is like to carry a Cross. Not a single clue. But we do know how to use Cross carrying as a cover for pride. I should know since I am an expert at this.
Pride.
Pride?
Men don't cry - carrying your Cross. Women give everyone else the larger portion - carrying your Cross. Children be small adults - carrying your Cross. In American society, we are taught young that to complain, express emotion, let people know we are in distress, have needs, are hungry, is NOT carrying your Cross.
For the life of me, I can not find that in the Bible, although I was raised in a Christian family and our culture is undeniably one formed from Christian principles. I would like to find the person who came up with this thought the first go around and have a nice sitdown with them, because this person has made Cross carrying cliche and a lie.
We don't let people know about these things because we don't want to appear vulnerable, weak, less than the best. We put on great faces (facade?) and go out thinking we are carrying that Cross. Let me add that I am using "we" but it does feel comfortable. If you are not included in the "we" then I truly humbly apologize and want you to have a sitdown with me. I need it.
Pride is my greatest demon. I have a lot of them, but pride looms over me like the shadow of the Cross. Dark, sad, and empty. Like carrying the fake one, self delusion is heavy. It is a burden that drags you down day after day, until you are so wasted there isn't a lot left to call upon. That inner strength is sapped. Yet you try and have no idea why you aren't getting anywhere. Up pops another Cross - you think.
Don't get me wrong, many of us have bent backs from the burden. This is not an exclusive club. And, I am not a fixer. My Cross is so large, I have to wear a back brace just to stand straight!
I looked at Jesus on the Cross at Easter, and I dropped some wood chips at his feet. Just some chips. There he was, showing me how to let go of pride the best way he could, the most giving way a human can. In my face, he showed me. All I could give him were a few chips. And that tore at me like death. My pride is so important to me, to give up even a particle of it hurts.
Today I drove around the large cemetery in town visiting the duck pond, looking at the Dogwoods and Redbuds in bloom. When driving toward the gate toward the main roadway, I laughed. It had been so enjoyable. Everything so beautiful, so special, so sacred. "God is good," I said. "God is the best."
Yes, it was humorous. Because if God is good and is the best, and I am a part of God, that means I am a part of everything I had just experienced. Pride had nothing to do with it. I was free of the self imposed Cross for just a few seconds. I could have soared through the moonroof, as the load was lifted from my shoulder.
Then I made a right turn and headed to the car repair shop. A friend of mine found out my car was about to conk out and called to tell me to go have it fixed. I drove on from the cemetery to the repair shop. While waiting for the mechanic to dismantle Tina enough to see what all could be wrong, I read the book I'm enjoying; The Cloud of Unknowing.
When the mechanic told me it would cost $2,000 to fix Tina, I straightened my back brace and drove her home.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Holy Week Takes Me To My Knees
It was in a small church in Jesssamine County, Ky that I found Jesus. That was in 2001. Up until then, and we are talking 50 years or so, the entire show had been just that. A show. Interesting, wonderful stories. Perfect for children. Loads of action. Sweet ones, dour ones. But somewhere along the line, my spiritual maturity became stunted (or stopped) and, honestly, all of the stories read like Dick and Jane. See Dick Go. See Jesus make wine. See Jane go. See Mary cry. Nothing got past the outer layer of the skin of me.
Until I walked into that small white church on top of a rise in Jessamine County during Holy Week. They'd set up a little garden inside to represent Gethsemane. A fountain gurgled, there was greenery, I could smell flowers. It was quiet. It was very quiet. I stood alone surrounded by this pretend garden and... went to my knees as Jesus soaked through the pours of my skin and into my marrow. The picture in the picture books because flesh. Words became flesh.
And that meant all this suffering became suffering. I was crushed with pain and sorrow - loss and bewilderment. Frightened to have lost this great man! Oh God, Oh God, WHY? Why have you taken him from me. Jesus, oh WHY did you have to suffer so? Oh my God, he was so afraid!
That was the first time I "sat up with Jesus." Every night after Maunday Thursday, since - I sit up with Jesus. By golly, the disciples were a disappointment that night, and I am most of the time, but for that night, I can not fall asleep and be with him during this hour of suffering.
But what does this all really mean? Hallucination? Creative imagination? Time warp? I don't think it matters. At least it doesn't matter to me. I will BE there. No matter where I am, Jesus, I will BE there with you. You are not alone.
I look at Jesus on that Cross... bloody, his arms stretched too long as they dislocated, his skin with pallor, his chest caved in.
NO! No, this is not some sacrificial lamb that's been roasted for God to smell on High! How demeaning to this most glorious message this man gave us with the ultimate demonstration of his message! NO! No, he was NOT like the goat that was given all the sins each year and then sent out into the desert so we could go on about our business, cleansed again. How cheap is that? Can you really bring yourself to feel this man's life and his death and sum it up to being a sacrificial lamb or goat?
Instead, I see the ultimate message from the most loving man I've ever known.
He tried to speak in parables - people didn't catch it, not even his disciples most of the time. Miracles were not enough! Foot washing was taken the wrong way! Up to the very end, Jesus was still trying to get across his message, and up to the very end there was continued resistance. And so, the Cup could not be taken away. It had to be done, and this wonderful man did it. He showed us with his body, the message of his life.
Come. Look. See. Take away every shred of ego, humble yourself to the point of THIS, let go of ALL control, lose EVERYthing, and then you can Love. Come, Love...
Until I walked into that small white church on top of a rise in Jessamine County during Holy Week. They'd set up a little garden inside to represent Gethsemane. A fountain gurgled, there was greenery, I could smell flowers. It was quiet. It was very quiet. I stood alone surrounded by this pretend garden and... went to my knees as Jesus soaked through the pours of my skin and into my marrow. The picture in the picture books because flesh. Words became flesh.
And that meant all this suffering became suffering. I was crushed with pain and sorrow - loss and bewilderment. Frightened to have lost this great man! Oh God, Oh God, WHY? Why have you taken him from me. Jesus, oh WHY did you have to suffer so? Oh my God, he was so afraid!
That was the first time I "sat up with Jesus." Every night after Maunday Thursday, since - I sit up with Jesus. By golly, the disciples were a disappointment that night, and I am most of the time, but for that night, I can not fall asleep and be with him during this hour of suffering.
But what does this all really mean? Hallucination? Creative imagination? Time warp? I don't think it matters. At least it doesn't matter to me. I will BE there. No matter where I am, Jesus, I will BE there with you. You are not alone.
I look at Jesus on that Cross... bloody, his arms stretched too long as they dislocated, his skin with pallor, his chest caved in.
NO! No, this is not some sacrificial lamb that's been roasted for God to smell on High! How demeaning to this most glorious message this man gave us with the ultimate demonstration of his message! NO! No, he was NOT like the goat that was given all the sins each year and then sent out into the desert so we could go on about our business, cleansed again. How cheap is that? Can you really bring yourself to feel this man's life and his death and sum it up to being a sacrificial lamb or goat?
Instead, I see the ultimate message from the most loving man I've ever known.
He tried to speak in parables - people didn't catch it, not even his disciples most of the time. Miracles were not enough! Foot washing was taken the wrong way! Up to the very end, Jesus was still trying to get across his message, and up to the very end there was continued resistance. And so, the Cup could not be taken away. It had to be done, and this wonderful man did it. He showed us with his body, the message of his life.
Come. Look. See. Take away every shred of ego, humble yourself to the point of THIS, let go of ALL control, lose EVERYthing, and then you can Love. Come, Love...
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
That Old Woman
None of this is easy. Just keeping a focus for a day and week after is tricky. I wake up some mornings and am shocked another week has passed! Right now I am in disbelief that Lent is almost over and so is March. Not just "where did it go" but "how did it get away from me" comes to mind. A lot.
The house cleaning and packing, sorting and ALL of those things have begun in earnest. Thank goodness. I love packing a box, knowing it is going with me; part of my future. Some I pack by pitching things in saying "bye, bye" knowing it is my past to be sold or given away. Some goes in storage - to be given away after it is determined that Mt. Tabor is truly the place for me.
But so MUCH! Does everyone have 5 pairs of white trousers? 10 t-shirts to sleep in? I've decided that, in good shape or not, I'm NOT taking all this stuff with me! If I want to save some for the time when clothes wear out, I will pitch it in a storage box and find it in a couple of years to replenish my clothing line.
So, mixing it up, pitching it out, hanging on.
And reading a wonderful book before I fall asleep. I've found it reads best, then. Softly easing my mind and spirit into dreams to hang on too. The Cloud of Unknowing. I've read it before, but the translation was so rough, I honestly didn't finish it. This one is translated by Carmen Butcher and is lovely. And a dream-maker. Can not tell you how many things I've sorted out dreaming them to resolution, but I believe one can, and IF one can, if I can not remember all of them, the exact number is not known.
And so, the other night - the 22nd, actually. I was having somewhat of a pity party because although my Facebook friends were incredible, and a friend from church called me; nothing from my closest friends nor family. My mother didn't even call me. I didn't expect my sons to call, they haven't noted my birth for years. By late night, I had worked very hard at drawing myself down into the darkness of pity as much as I could. Made it just as rough as possible. Made it feel rough, because it WAS rough- so I decided it should feel that way. Even with that, I picked up The Cloud to ease myself into sleep.
She was an old woman. I could tell because she had long grey hair. Of course, I have long grey hair and I don't think of myself as being old, but I decided, she was. Old. She had on a dark blue shirt, a full skirt that came down below her knees. She sat in a straight-backed chair against a wall of windows. There was no carpet on the floor of the large room. Why we were there, I have no idea.
What she said, I have no memory. I do remember the topic. She was very confused. She was emotionally hurting and confused, not sure where she was and not sure where she was going. She felt very alone and didn't know exactly what to do. She wasn't panicked, but she wasn't happy, either. Why she talked to me about this, is a mystery. And I didn't have any magic words of advice for her. Who was I to talk with this old woman about these things? Anything I said would be platitudes.
I'd been squatting in front of her as she talked, and now got up and walked across the room. Someone I couldn't really see whispered to me, "You know she's dead, don't you?"
WHAT?
"She's dead and she doesn't know it."
Looking over my shoulder, the woman sure looked alive to me. I suddenly felt my heart open toward her, fill with words that made sense to me. You know how you feel stupid one moment and the next for reasons unknown to you, inspiration hits? I walked back to the woman and sat on the floor in front of her. Told her that she was loved and valued, just not here. That she needed to let go. And then I broke the news to her that she was dead.
I woke up, then. So, I have no idea how the old woman took the news that she was dead! I stayed in bed a few extra minutes going over this dream, marveling at its detail and also how these things are always filled with the strangest things. Then it was off to start my routine for the day.
It was when I stepped out of the bathroom into my bedroom that it came to me. I was the old woman. My life here was over. I was dead to it, in a way - and yet, my confusion came by my remaining where I no longer belonged. My new life waits for me - where I will be loved and valued. Thank goodness for that old woman visiting me in my dreams. How fascinating to have yourself come to help you in times of need.
The house cleaning and packing, sorting and ALL of those things have begun in earnest. Thank goodness. I love packing a box, knowing it is going with me; part of my future. Some I pack by pitching things in saying "bye, bye" knowing it is my past to be sold or given away. Some goes in storage - to be given away after it is determined that Mt. Tabor is truly the place for me.
But so MUCH! Does everyone have 5 pairs of white trousers? 10 t-shirts to sleep in? I've decided that, in good shape or not, I'm NOT taking all this stuff with me! If I want to save some for the time when clothes wear out, I will pitch it in a storage box and find it in a couple of years to replenish my clothing line.
So, mixing it up, pitching it out, hanging on.
And reading a wonderful book before I fall asleep. I've found it reads best, then. Softly easing my mind and spirit into dreams to hang on too. The Cloud of Unknowing. I've read it before, but the translation was so rough, I honestly didn't finish it. This one is translated by Carmen Butcher and is lovely. And a dream-maker. Can not tell you how many things I've sorted out dreaming them to resolution, but I believe one can, and IF one can, if I can not remember all of them, the exact number is not known.
And so, the other night - the 22nd, actually. I was having somewhat of a pity party because although my Facebook friends were incredible, and a friend from church called me; nothing from my closest friends nor family. My mother didn't even call me. I didn't expect my sons to call, they haven't noted my birth for years. By late night, I had worked very hard at drawing myself down into the darkness of pity as much as I could. Made it just as rough as possible. Made it feel rough, because it WAS rough- so I decided it should feel that way. Even with that, I picked up The Cloud to ease myself into sleep.
She was an old woman. I could tell because she had long grey hair. Of course, I have long grey hair and I don't think of myself as being old, but I decided, she was. Old. She had on a dark blue shirt, a full skirt that came down below her knees. She sat in a straight-backed chair against a wall of windows. There was no carpet on the floor of the large room. Why we were there, I have no idea.
What she said, I have no memory. I do remember the topic. She was very confused. She was emotionally hurting and confused, not sure where she was and not sure where she was going. She felt very alone and didn't know exactly what to do. She wasn't panicked, but she wasn't happy, either. Why she talked to me about this, is a mystery. And I didn't have any magic words of advice for her. Who was I to talk with this old woman about these things? Anything I said would be platitudes.
I'd been squatting in front of her as she talked, and now got up and walked across the room. Someone I couldn't really see whispered to me, "You know she's dead, don't you?"
WHAT?
"She's dead and she doesn't know it."
Looking over my shoulder, the woman sure looked alive to me. I suddenly felt my heart open toward her, fill with words that made sense to me. You know how you feel stupid one moment and the next for reasons unknown to you, inspiration hits? I walked back to the woman and sat on the floor in front of her. Told her that she was loved and valued, just not here. That she needed to let go. And then I broke the news to her that she was dead.
I woke up, then. So, I have no idea how the old woman took the news that she was dead! I stayed in bed a few extra minutes going over this dream, marveling at its detail and also how these things are always filled with the strangest things. Then it was off to start my routine for the day.
It was when I stepped out of the bathroom into my bedroom that it came to me. I was the old woman. My life here was over. I was dead to it, in a way - and yet, my confusion came by my remaining where I no longer belonged. My new life waits for me - where I will be loved and valued. Thank goodness for that old woman visiting me in my dreams. How fascinating to have yourself come to help you in times of need.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Today Heads Into Tomorrow
The tension has broken and I know Dad is sleeping well, tonight. Dr. Horn explained that he indeed had an abnormal reading in one of his blood tests that indicated Leukemia - BUT - it was within a range, that he had seen normally for a man Dad's age. Sometimes positives are not positives, they are maybes, or sort ofs, or no-thing. He had Dad repeat the test again today, and he is to return every six months, so he can keep an eye on the values. Perhaps it is a case where if Dad lives to be 110, the changes will be enough to be Leukemia. I didn't ask since it didn't matter. What mattered was that Dad is okay and can now go on with his life; blessedly unchanged.
And so today heads into tomorrow and I am thankful for it.
And so today heads into tomorrow and I am thankful for it.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Today Is Another Day Which Means It's Special
I take my Dad to the doctor, today. Dad is 86 years old. Hard for me to believe he got older than 50, but since I would now be older than him, its time for me to face reality. I've always gotten his age incorrect. Always made him younger. Surely, this is my attempt to keep him ageless, to have him stay "my Dad," as I was growing up.
Today I take him to the doctor and we are all nervous about it. Last week he was told he needed to see a specialist; a hemotology oncologist. Dad wasn't told what sort of specialist the doctor was, but he looked him up in the phone book. I'd already checked him out on the internet, and was thankful my parents were technologically challenged. I forgot about the phone book. Mom called to complain that they had to wait an entire week in such misery at what the doctor might say.
Isn't this what so many women go through every day waiting for the results of their mammograms? I can't tell you how many of my friends have told me they had a questionable mammogram and were scheduled for more intense testing. But the tests were scheduled a week or two weeks away. Now, my parents, who have never had such stress in their life - must wait. Not knowing, but conjuring the worse. Like women looking at their breast wondering if their life is about to change forever.
Dad says he won't have chemo treatment, that's how much he's conjured. I must admit, I am prepared for the doctor to talk about running tests for leukemia. But we can't know until we walk into that office this afternoon. We can worry, or conjure, or refuse our nightmares, but in reality, the words will not come until this afternoon.
What a surprise it is to me that I feel as calm as I do. I've often wondered how I would feel when death struck close - very close to home. I've been blessed with being invited to share in the dying process with friends. It was tough. It was more than tough. But my Mom or Dad? Since finding my heart's love in God of this Universe, I have found such a faith that it surprises me time and again. So far, this week at least, this faith has kept me on a steady path. I can't know if that will remain intact. No one knows what is intact this moment will be there the next. We have faith that it will.
I have faith each day that waking is special. That each day is special. And today is another day.
Today I take him to the doctor and we are all nervous about it. Last week he was told he needed to see a specialist; a hemotology oncologist. Dad wasn't told what sort of specialist the doctor was, but he looked him up in the phone book. I'd already checked him out on the internet, and was thankful my parents were technologically challenged. I forgot about the phone book. Mom called to complain that they had to wait an entire week in such misery at what the doctor might say.
Isn't this what so many women go through every day waiting for the results of their mammograms? I can't tell you how many of my friends have told me they had a questionable mammogram and were scheduled for more intense testing. But the tests were scheduled a week or two weeks away. Now, my parents, who have never had such stress in their life - must wait. Not knowing, but conjuring the worse. Like women looking at their breast wondering if their life is about to change forever.
Dad says he won't have chemo treatment, that's how much he's conjured. I must admit, I am prepared for the doctor to talk about running tests for leukemia. But we can't know until we walk into that office this afternoon. We can worry, or conjure, or refuse our nightmares, but in reality, the words will not come until this afternoon.
What a surprise it is to me that I feel as calm as I do. I've often wondered how I would feel when death struck close - very close to home. I've been blessed with being invited to share in the dying process with friends. It was tough. It was more than tough. But my Mom or Dad? Since finding my heart's love in God of this Universe, I have found such a faith that it surprises me time and again. So far, this week at least, this faith has kept me on a steady path. I can't know if that will remain intact. No one knows what is intact this moment will be there the next. We have faith that it will.
I have faith each day that waking is special. That each day is special. And today is another day.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Denial Is A Lot Of Nothing About Everything
Leave it to me to add in my second post that all this sorting, packing, cleaning, organizing comes at a price. I have degenerative disc disease, and so I really can't do much, if any of this. Oh, I can sit for a while and pitch a few things in a box. Great. And let me tell you, it has taken me a long time to be able to say that out loud.
A little over a year ago,my Mother gave me as a Christmas present, a few hours of housecleaning from her housecleaner. By the time I helped the housecleaner, I was on bedrest for a month. My first headknocking realization that I was NOT in control.
One can think they can pull denial and make it work - just think yourself out of it, push past it, no pain-no gain, right up to the point you fall to the floor. I promise you, denial is a lot of nothing about everything. All those thoughts are nothing thoughts! Make no sense at all. Where did we come up with this type of thinking in this country? Where is the balance and respect for our physical and mental health? We treat our bodies like we do our bank accounts!
And so, the house must get done, and I am on this journey to the mountain in more than one way. To humble myself and allow others to come in and see my mess, help me sort through my life things, tote my expressions through the rooms while I sit in my chair or while in bed on a heating pad. UGH!
It's alot about everything!
A little over a year ago,my Mother gave me as a Christmas present, a few hours of housecleaning from her housecleaner. By the time I helped the housecleaner, I was on bedrest for a month. My first headknocking realization that I was NOT in control.
One can think they can pull denial and make it work - just think yourself out of it, push past it, no pain-no gain, right up to the point you fall to the floor. I promise you, denial is a lot of nothing about everything. All those thoughts are nothing thoughts! Make no sense at all. Where did we come up with this type of thinking in this country? Where is the balance and respect for our physical and mental health? We treat our bodies like we do our bank accounts!
And so, the house must get done, and I am on this journey to the mountain in more than one way. To humble myself and allow others to come in and see my mess, help me sort through my life things, tote my expressions through the rooms while I sit in my chair or while in bed on a heating pad. UGH!
It's alot about everything!
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