I made a conscious decision to unplug and keep the focus on the inside journey of the soul while attending school at The Abbey in Pecos. But my writing continued in a plethora of notebooks and journals – recording the events of the day as well as how the Spirit (with a capital S) moved among and through us. I’ll be posting more of these as they unwind – falling to form the mosaic that I know God created in me, and all of us as one Body of Christ. Continue reading Minou the Masterful Cat
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The Light of Jesus
One evening, it was turning dark and a few of us noticed that the ever-present, shining beacons-in-the-night lights were not on. We teamed up and looked and looked for the magic button.
Looking. Looking. Continue reading The Light of Jesus
Glimpse of Mom
It’s official… I am my Mother’s daughter.
I opened my billfold* today to discover an ample supply of toothpicks. Flashback to Mom’s sweet, if not sometimes a bit mangled and torn, stash; always ready for that pesky bit.
I used to be a little disgusted by her hording, and you may be too by my sharing of this discovery in my purse. But I wonder: are you too finding reminders of your parent’s particular quirks sneaking into your own habits, speech, mannerisms?
Some things float from generation to generation; others – not so much. Today this glimpse of Mom was a fun reminder that I am my parent’s child. And today that’s a good thing.
*There is an ongoing discussion in this household as to who has the wallet and who carries the billfold. Just another example of across-the-creek (or is that “crick”) upbringing.
When Jesus Spoke
The time is nearing. No words of mine could possibly better represent this season of standing on the edge of final darkness and eternal light than this performance (included here) of When Jesus Spoke From The Cross (Trinity Episcopal Church, Jazz Fest 2012). Composed by Dave Brubeck in 1989, arranged and performed by Paul English (piano) with David Caceres (Vocals/Saxophone), Continue reading When Jesus Spoke
The Hill Country #4 : The Rest of the Story
The rest of the story is that I did. And walk, and draw, and read, and write, and pray and eat. Oh I ate!
Here I am on the top of Prayer Mountain – not my best look, but I was pretty happy up there. Continue reading The Hill Country #4 : The Rest of the Story
The Hill Country #3 : Enjoy The View
There’s nothing like walking up 218 steps, to 1,182′ elevation, to get the blood flowing. As I huffed and puffed and looked around from way up there (I know, I know – not much of an impressive elevation outside of Texas), I said some prayers for a few folks who I know are struggling. After all, it is called Prayer Mountain (as well as Mount Baldy).
But in short order my mind drifted to just looking at the horizons and earth’s blanket of sprouting greens and bush, and I heard a simpler calling to just enjoy the view. This is prayer, and sometimes, like now, appreciation for God’s work and wonder is the best prayer of all.
The Hill Country #2 : Bucking the System
Hillscapes. Sun. Tea. Books. Birdsongs. And a new location – on the other side of the hill. Quiet. It takes a little time to unwind. I forget that when planning a trip. And sometimes it takes changing our minds and changing our location as we did last night. It was a good move.
Now the breezes come and go, the small manmade waterfall offers her calming rhythm, the hawks glide overhead on rising currents of warming air, and I think about … how much does the soul weigh? Continue reading The Hill Country #2 : Bucking the System