Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Wilderness Poems
Monday, February 27, 2012
Come To the Edge
Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It’s too high!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came,
and he pushed,
and they flew.
-Christopher Logue
Fear is a funny thing. Fear takes our delicately virginal-white sheet of untainted paper, and with its giant, devouring, powerful hands it sweeps in and crumples us into a fine tousled mess of confusion, distress, and defeat. That could be the very end of it if we allowed for such a travesty. End of show. Final chapter. Cue the credits. In fact, we could snuggle our way into the warm and comfortably unchallenging confines of a dark and unkempt wastebasket and be perfectly complacent until the end of our days on earth. Besides, one man’s trash is another’s treasure, right? Rotten banana peels and half wet tea bags aren’t the worst we could face in life. It’s not that bad.
But what if we took the opposite approach? What if we embraced our new shape and used it to our advantage? When you think about it, a crumpled piece of paper travels a lot further through space and time than an unaffected white square floating unconsciously throughout its existence.
What if we jumped off the cliff instead? What if we took the risks we never thought we could?
When I allow myself the freedom to create authentically; when I forget the external reflection of my actions and acknowledge the gently nudging positive voices deep inside of me; when I push past the fear and take a step toward the unknown by utilizing my gifts for the benefit and joy of others; and when I make a truthful connection with another human being; then, and only then, do I experience the most conscious and life-altering jolt of the sacred throughout my body and beyond…into the realm of my spirit.
And they came,
and He pushed,
and we flew.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
the creative altar
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
A Dusty God
This, of course, demonstrates many things, but today it reminds me of the infinite possibilities that something as mundane as dirt can have. I have often found myself questioning lately the idea of a transcendent God that is somehow above or beyond creation, an idea that would seem to place eternal life and a return to dust in a sharp opposition. Perhaps dust itself is sacred, perhaps returning to it isn't such a bad thing, and perhaps we worship a God who is, in fact, quite dusty. Today I see God being something like that sand painting and the whirlwind of possibilities that it can become. I then find something sacred in imagining myself as related to all of these possibilities as I am related to the dust from which they are formed. In any case, perhaps Lent is a good time to give cleanliness a bit of a break and look for God in the messy.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
join the journey
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
beginning the journey
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.