Swan Song…for now.

This has been a place of practice, a landing spot for beginning with blogging; an honest attempt to articulate some learnings and leanings. As with life, we envision a thing and once in a while it turns out as we think. Most often, though,https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/52/Mute.swan.touchdown.arp.jpg there are twists and turns that lead elsewhere. I’m wondering if such is the way of this online space.

I have danced with formats and played with ideas here. Experiments in finding my voice have occasionally resulted in something resembling an awkward adolescent male squeak, but mostly I’m okay with what has made it to the page.

Still, from much I haven’t written about in the last few years has emerged a richer, fuller life that is not captured in what I have trotted out here. So I’m laying this down for a bit. What’s here won’t go away, but no new posts are planned. Perhaps I will pick it up again one day, but if not a swan’s song it is, at the least, a looong intermission. (I’ve learned to never say never.)

You can find me other places doing other things, most notably as Director of Formation with CFDM Northwest, starting in June of 2018. I’ll be posting to the FB page so we can stay in touch. You know we love those “follows!” I’m continuing to offer a ministry of spiritual direction–a fancy name for paying attention to God, playing for worship and learning to take myself less seriously.

Thanks for playing along–I’ve enjoyed your company. I trust it’s mutual.

Blessings, G

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Owning Time

To the lilac jungle outside my window:
Once a well-groomed, refined specimen
Today a tangle
Of brambles and unruly growth
Twisting and reaching
But with a vastly different sort
Of beauty and presence
Untamed

How much more shelter
You offer to robins and finches
Protecting their young from the sparrow hawks
How much more shade from the scorching, summer heat
You proffer to the ground critter
How much more profuse your flowers, diffuse your fragrance
For all to enjoy
For your longevity and unfettered freedom to grow

There will be a time to prune

In fact, a harsh reality awaits you
Once the blooms fade
“By no more than a third,” the experts say,
“and at just the right time
Open up the inside
so it’s less prone to disease
Eliminate suckers
that syphon off energy
Oh!–and at just the right time
to ensure that
You. Will. Flower. Again.

We are a lilac jungle

Not Giving it Up

What am I not giving up for Lent? Hope, that’s what. Nope, I’m not. “I’m not, I say!” Hope is Truth, is Life, is Way. Not giving Hope up for Lent. Not today! (Thanks, Dr. S)

Inspired by Rob (thanks, Man) at Learning to breathe

The Six Hurdles of Communication*

  • What you wanted to say
  • What you thought you said
  • What you said
  • What they heard
  • What they thought they heard
  • What they wanted to hear

Good Luck…! lol

(Photo, courtesy of a grandkid…)

*Original source unknown. Maybe someone can enlighten me.

Impressed (…or not!): My Favorite Moment

While Little Mister offers his best gift to passersby with unselfconscious abandon, a second child wanders into view at :51, noticing but unaffected by the amazing performance, enraptured by what delights him/her–ice cream or the chili sample in the bowl. (It’s Costo, after all.)

May we, with such authenticity, abandon ourselves to what delights await us in each present moment, where God makes himself known to each of us.

Watch to the end for a smile and a great finish. It only gets better!

Book Look: Ordering Your Private World (Revised & Updated)

adult with kids reading book

When Saul became King of Israel, he enjoyed too much immediate success. It apparently made him unaware that he had any limits to his life. He spent little time pondering his need for others, engendering a relationship with God, or even facing his responsibilities toward the people over whom he ruled. The signs of a driven man began to appear.”

To the extent that we see him in ourselves, we have work to do in our private worlds. For an inner life fraught with unresolved drives will not be able to hear clearly the voice of Christ when He calls. The noise and pain of stress will be too great.”

In Ordering Your Private World, Gordon McDonald explores topics such as:

  • Stewardship vs. ownership
  • Identity
  • Knowing one’s purpose
  • When to “let go”

By contrasting the lives of John the Baptist–“he must increase and I must decrease”–and King Saul,  he shows us the difference between living called and driven.

This is not an ethereal treatment of pious practices. A successful leader, McDonald freshens up time management tips using words like budgeting and recapturing, and discusses how disappointments of the past drive the actions of the present–unless we learn to pay attention. Nor is it a dry treatise. There are plenty of biblical examples, literary allusions and personal anecdotes to hold the reader’s attention.

He advocates for an integrated, whole life approach and holds valuable work and intellectual rigor in high regard, writing about them in chapters titled “The Better Man Lost” and “The Sadness of a Book Never Read.” Having established the importance of paying attention to the inner world, the last portion of the book invites the reader into five spiritual exercises that bring order to the inner world, a private world McDonald calls “The Garden.” These are silence and solitude, singing, regularly listening to God, the experience of reflection and meditation, and prayer as worship and intercession–and in his clear, straightforward voice. It includes a study guide.

I didn’t make my way through this gem when it made its way onto my bookshelf many years ago—maybe it was the original cover… The first version released in 1984. But you can be smarter than me–read this new edition now! The author has given us wisdom as timeless as kings and queens and as current as today’s CEO’s and entrepreneurs. Illustrations have been updated but the core message remains the same: “He who orders his inner spiritual world, will make a place for God to visit and speak. And when that voice is heard, it will be unlike anything else ever spoken.”

 

 

*Disclosure: Product received from Handlebar for my honest review.

Sun Up • CassieHammett

Seems only fair to follow up my review of Beth Moore’s Get Out of That Pit with this story from one of her conferences.

The road to reclaiming God means risking a heart that opens a crack to receive life and love from places and people who may have previously entered it and left it wounded.

http://www.cassiehammett.com/sun-up/

Hello Friday: Summer’s End

I’ve been living with Psalm 103:6 this week:

“The LORD works righteousness and justice for all the oppressed.”

In the midst of the world’s chaos, I must remind myself often that the seemingly encapsulated moment I’m in is not the end of any story; that we are each being invited to join in working for all the oppressed, whatever our hands are given to do. For some it is the writing of powerful words that positively influence a culture’s thinking, and over time, behavior. May it be so.

Gilead.
It took me over a decade to get to it, a year to finally finish it. I’m quite sure Marilynne would not be disappointed–after all, she appreciates slow, careful thought. Once through and I am a devoted fan. She has written much more that’s worthy of your time and mine, but Gilead is the most famous of the trilogy telling the stories of those we come to love through the eyes of Jack Boughton, and “who were not finished with me!” (she says) at the end of the first of the three.

Here is a sampling of why I love what and how she writes:

“It seems to me people tend to forget that we are to love our enemies, not to satisfy some standard of righteousness but because God their Father loves them.”
― Marilynne RobinsonGilead

“There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, everyone of them sufficient”
― Marilynne Robinson

“I’ve developed a great reputation for wisdom by ordering more books than I ever had time to read, and reading more books, by far, than I learned anything useful from, except, of course, that some very tedious gentlemen have written books.”
― Marilynne RobinsonGilead

Her understated manner, available for viewing on YouTube and with which I am now well acquainted, is equally engaging. I spent several dark hours this week following her story from Sandpoint, ID to Massachusetts to Iowa City, and a few points in between. I learned about the coveted Iowa Writer’s Workshop, a program in which she taught for 20 years which took me to other renowned writers and more books to read. (Tip: When you have a migraine, set your app preference to Autoplay and let ‘er roll.) The net effect was a return to a bit of fiction writing I had once dabbled in. Who knows…?)

Speaking of books, videos, etc. this podcast featuring Brene Brown and Jen Hatmaker is a delight–and a lot of Texas in one place! I’m not an early adopter–I was into Brene long before fame, and have shied away from jumping on the Jen-wagon. But seriously–even if it is hard to say “seriously” and “Jen” in the same sentence–it’s a great listen. And I have become a fan. If you get a chance, pick up Jen’s For the Love. Available to check out on Kindle if your book budget is a little thin by Summers’ end.

Boo with pear

The pears were picked in the orchard next door this week, also a signal that Summer is ending. So is “Back to School” which is all the buzz around here with lots of grands–from first grade through university. One cent composition books…multi-colored Sharpies…five dollar flash drives? Who can resist?!? Now that’s life-giving! 🙂

Finally, Fall planning is in full swing:

  • New pages for the ARC disc planner
  • September Formation start-up
  • October’s annual board meeting
  • A visit to a friend’s new home
  • Last push on the home renovation…maybe by Christmas!

Hello Friday: All In

Hello Friday is a look over my shoulder at the events of the past week. I notice what was life-giving and then share it with you, a week-ending examen. Maybe you’ll find something in it that brings you life, too; maybe even try your own.

A tornado ripped through our favorite beach getaway last year, a sleepy bay town on the picturesque Oregon Coast usually shielded from such trauma.

Whether we would join our grands and their parents this year was up in the air until the last minute when we decided, “we’re all in.” We would leave and return when they did; eat and sleep and play when and where they did; stay in the rented house together and be present for the entire six days. All of us, all of them, all in.

We skipped last year, opting for a different beach, but when we rounded the curve and saw “our” beach, inhaled the ocean air, I remembered the magic of the place. The green, translucent mug declaring in gold letters, “I come to the sea to breathe,” has survived several rounds of cupboard clearing. It’s still my fave. (I also remembered getting lost after dark in the state campground just up the road because I turned the wrong direction leaving the shower building…but, um, that’s a story for another time.

I’ve been reading Richard Rohr’s Divine Dance and Ian Cron’s Chasing Francis. Both books have a lot to say about Francis of Assisi and his way of living all in, and seem to be watering a thirst in my soul of which I wasn’t even aware.

I watched someone kite surfing (watch this!) for 30 minutes today. It made me wonder what would happen if I lived every day abandoned to the flow of God’s Love, Power and Goodness the way this surfer rode the ocean’s breakers, kite to the wind.

It wasn’t all romance and reflection– there were two-year-old twins in the cottage and more “hangry” kids ranging from six to thirteen. That’s a lot of cereal, tuna and chips! And lots of sand, wet towels and sunburn–with plenty of screen time thrown in. Salted caramel ice cream (nooooo!) was less than a block away and the beach, just four.

Can you ask for more? Yes. Yes, you can. Awareness. Awareness that it is all gift, lavished on us as abundantly as the water that fills the sea. The gift of:

  • My daughter’s belly-laugh over Jen Hatmaker’s latest book, Of Mess and Moxie
  • Running down the sidewalk to take in one more effusive sunset
  • Fragrant morning coffee at Bread and Ocean
  • Sticky hands in mine helping littles across the street–fourth day on the same jawbreaker notwithstanding…
  • Snuggled next to Mr S watching Lion on the Kindle late into the night
  • Petting EVERY dog on EVERY leash–and they are legion

Equally life-giving was a quick day trip to visit another family campsite.

PNW: Grownups’ playground

Good eats and glamour

Our favorite meat market

New to me: Kombucha…Yumm!

Finally, on Wednesday, Genesis 28 gave me this phrase:

“Surely the Lord was in this place, and I was not aware of it.”

And you? What has given you life this week? Where was the Lord in your places?

The End.

Summer of a Significant Birthday

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  • Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older, and will some day be old.
  • Keep me from getting talkative, and particularly from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.
  • Release me from craving to try to straighten out everybody’s affairs.
  • Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details–give me wings to get to the point.
  • I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others’ pains. Help me to endure them with patience.
    But seal my lips on my own aches and pains–they are increasing and my love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.
  • Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible that I may be mistaken.
  • Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint–some of them are so hard to live with–but a sour old woman is one of the crowning works of the devil.
  • Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful, but not bossy.
  • With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all–but Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.

—From Little Book of Prayers

(by a Mother Superior who wishes to be anonymous)