Showing posts with label Spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spirituality. Show all posts

Sunday, April 26, 2015

My Reflection on Luke 24: 36b-48 featuring thoughts on strudel and crows

 
Making cabbage strudel


This sermon was inspired by reading sermon notes by Kathryn Matthews (Huey), who posted them for this very day; and a recorded sermon by Richard Rohr.

Alice Walker, 21st century "Wake up and smell the possibility."

I wonder if the disciples would have been less shocked if the spirit of Jesus would have returned in the bodily form of a bird. Soar on the wings of a vulture or mingled with the masses as a pigeon.

Nearly twenty years ago I was birdwatching before heading to a middle school in Urbana Illinois. It was a haven of migrating birds who traveling over corn and soybean fields found a place of respite, a place to refuel.

My hope that spring was to identify 100 species by the school year’s end. Migration would be over. Mosquitoes would be furious. The weather steamy. I would rather not outside. I remember seeing the 100th bird. I remember getting into the school filled with joy to have seen so much beauty, and then I found a note in my mailbox to call Margaret, who tells me my grandmother had died.

I took a flight home with a book in hand. I turned the page to a new chapter and there was a poem by Emily Dickinson. It was short. It was about the souls of the dead returning to us in the bodies of birds. I thought about the 100th bird. My already strong connection to birds grew.

Today we read two passages written by Luke. Rich Rohr highlights : “And now, friends, I know that you acted in ignorance, as did also your rulers.” from the books of Acts. What Rohr makes these points: The forgiveness echoes Christ from the cross; the spiritual truth that when we do evil, it is done in ignorance, and that if we were fully conscious we would never do wrong. How often do we wish some wisdom from God had flowed into our brain faster than words flowed out of our mouths? Richard Rohr talks about a spirit that could lead to such forgiveness and connects it to what Luke wrote in today’s Gospel.

Jesus is at least in two places at once. He is walking on a road. He has appeared in a locked room, we get to hear the locked room story. The disciples know a spirit that is everywhere and just pops up to say “Hi.” Rohr’s translation of “peace be with you.” A spirit that will dine with us and will reflect on scripture with us.

But what Rohr and many other focus on is the physical aspect of the resurrection. As Stephen Cooper puts it, "To insist on the reality of the resurrected body is to demand that we accept our present reality as the place where transformations of ultimate significance take place." Christ is not a spirit only, but is flesh that we may not recognize. God is not just the one who creates, but is also the one that resides in creation. Jesus asks the disciples to touch his hands. Hands that fed the hungry, cured the ill, and chased evil spirits.

I think of hands. Barbara Taylor Brown does as well, ”Not our pretty faces and not our sincere eyes but our hands and feet – what we have done with them and where we have gone with them.” Hands make us human and when we are conscious they do amazingly lovely acts. Imagine for a moment hands that have loved you.

I make strudel. Often with help. For decades my grandmother made strudel, with no help. When I moved back to Pennsylvania, I felt a desire to learn how to make strudel. I have a photos of that day. My Mom Mom’s hands were old and would never touch strudel dough again. Not long after teaching me the art of strudel, a stroke would prevent that from happening and also prevent me from ever making strudel for her. My parents have one request of me before they move to NC. My dad wants strudel. Can I do anything more loving than to use my hands to stretch a ball of dough to be paper thin?

And then there are crows. Do you love them? Hate them? Fear them? Consider them wise? They are like us in many ways. John Marzluff’s work at the University of Washington has proven that crows can recognize human faces, remember the face of one who has annoyed them, and then teach other crows including their young to fear that human. (video where I discovered his work and much more about crows) The author Lyanda Lynn Haupt knows this and experienced angry crows when she took an injured fledgling into her home to splint a broken leg. A day later she returned the crow to its parents. Then something happened. The crows have gone out of their way to both provide long term care for their grown child and to daily come with their child to visit her. The crows know she cared. How? She has named her Charlotte.

She writes, “I cannot help thinking that some communication has taken place, that is somehow clear to the crows that my grievous offense was accomplished in good faith. We all experience such times—— don't we? —— when our guarded separateness breaks down.”

God returns to be part of creation and the disciples respond with fear, their guarded separateness needs to be broken. Then they feed Jesus. Ms Haupt believes that no other wild animal has so much contact with humans as the crow. Can we see Jesus in the hands of others? Can we see Jesus in the flight of a crow. Is it an unconscionable act to attack a crow? Is the crow announcing to all creation that we are against it?  A young girl has taken to feeding the crows of her neighborhood. The crows have taken to bringing her beautiful objects. Are we cursed to have been followed by crows? Have we been blessed? Has God sent us a wild creature to help us to remember we live on a planet filled with the creation?

Was it all coincidence 20 years ago or did my grandmother visit me in a small patch of woods in the midst of a university town surrounded by farms? We need a community to share our moments “when our guarded separateness breaks down.” Maybe it is our doubts of what we experience more than the faith in what we believe, which brings us here on Sunday mornings.

"When author Madeleine L'Engle was asked, 'Do you believe in God without any doubts?' she replied, 'I believe in God with all my doubts.’"

Monday, July 28, 2014

Thoughts on my Psalm 139 reflection

Psalm 139 begins with a description of a God, who is very difficult to escape. Tracking our location, movements, thoughts, and words which we are preparing to speak. This ancient text could compare with those who speak out on the tracking of Facebook, Google, credit card companies, and the NSA.

Is God like the NSA, impossible to escape from so that we will get caught if we do wrong? Is God selling our personal info to maintain pearly gates? Is God an overly obsessed lover, who ignores any restraining order we try to place upon him?

Or maybe God wants to have a conversation with us. Ignatius was big on conversations with God and all of creation. Knowing someone greater by intimate time, leads to greater love. God just may be with us at all times so that we can become more intimate. Through prayer, spiritual direction, jazz, art, and flower gardens; I get to know God and God gets to know me.

But Psalm 139 is meaningful for me for the next line which was not part of the daily reading last Sunday.

Verse 13. You created my inmost self, knit me together in my mother's womb.

My spiritual director suggested I read psalm 139 as I entered into my first 8 day retreat. It was at a time when I was exploring how a youth filled with visits to a urologist had affected my life. For 8 days God and I wrestled with a rather poorly knit urthrethra. Not what I was expecting when I drove to the Jesuit Center, but it was a long over due conversation.

Verse 14. For so many marvels I thank you; a wonder am I, and all your works are wonders. You knew me through and through,

OK, so maybe God gave me a poorly knit urinary tract, but I got to be awed by the hands he gave me. On the 4th of July, I sent out this image asking my Facebook friends to be careful while handling fireworks.

15. my being held no secrets from you, when I was being formed in secret, textured in the depths of the earth.

God wants us to share our secrets. I told no one about those doctor visits, which began when I was four, until I was in college. God was there when I finally told my story and has been encouraging me ever since. We are called into a life of intimate relationships fueled by conversations. God would rather not miss one.

 

 

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Woman at the a Well meets Gregory Porter on My commute

Sunday morning Mother Amanda offered me the chance to feed her spirit. It was just the two of us at the Rite 1 service and after she offered me the bread of life, she asked me to serve her.
A moment earlier she had reminded me of the amazing acceptance of living water by the Samaritan woman. It was offered she accepted. Mother Amanda pondered how many times we miss opportunities of God offering us living water.
I almost missed the message to offer her the bread of life and the cup of salvation. I thought she wanted me to eat more of the bread, but my ears caught the message and I took the plate not the bread. I offered the bread to her.
Monday morning, I headed to work with Gregory Porter voice guiding me out of Lansdale. The title song was a reminder to keep my senses alert for some liquid spirit and to clap my hands.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

My answer begins in Consider the Birds by Debbie Blue

I left my examen hopeful that it was a start to answering the questions about jazz in my church, but clearly without answers. That is when I picked up the book I am reading, Consider The Birds. Here is the second paragraph I ventured into, then stopped, and reread, then stopped and read outlook to Mosaic Woman.

There's no logical or geographical reason for it to take forty years to get from Egypt to the Promised Land. We sometimes believe the shortest path is the best one, but maybe (God knows) there is a need to wander. There is unmapped territory that needs to be explored -- desires to be let go of, renounced, or transformed. God's seduction is not a crass come-on, nor is it smooth. The path to intimacy may be long and complicated.

Indeed...

 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

In Awe ~ Stained Glass and Sunrises at the Jesuit Center

When I said I wanted to continue to experience awe in my studio as I prayed in August and ever since, this is what I meant: please God, let the beauty of your light streaming through glass always amaze me. And, God never let me lose the amazement that friends and folk I have never met have trust in me to create unseen pieces of art for them.
I placed this piece in my room on the evening I entered silence in August. The plan was to give it to my spiritual director. But plans change if you allow them. The glass did not want to be in my room, so I moved it out to where folk wait to see their spiritual director. It faces east. It dug the sunrise.
Then an idea came to mind and I created a rather large and complex doodle for my spiritual director. On my last day, I handed the stained glass to a Jesuit and suggested a place it could hang. Today I got a post card from the Jesuit. They have decided otherwise, it will hang on the first floor, facing west. He invited me to come see it. That will happen. I dig sunsets too.

 

Monday, July 22, 2013

Hope ~ God's Comma leads to new readings

Two things over this past weekend ~

  1. I posted this mandala inspired by the God is still speaking campaign of the UCC on my etsy shop.
  2. I read a passage from the Bible at my church.

So as I read a passage accredited to Paul, I wished the lectionary did not stop at the end of the Bible. How cool would it be to read a passage by St. Ignatius or Buechner or St. Catherine or Lamott. God is still speaking, let us read the inspired words to the masses.

 

Saturday, July 6, 2013

In Preparation ~ training for a week of silence part a ~ a week with John Philip Newell

I met with my spiritual director shortly before our vacation. I told her I had a plan. The problem with telling someone your intentions is that it makes those intentions more set in stone. The first part was the easier part.

Seven days. A morning prayer. An evening prayer. Each day filled with reflections on a beatitude. I was off from teaching. Lots of time. Beautiful writing calling me into Newell's hope that we can bring peace by Praying with the Earth. It will end this evening. I would like to spend another week revisiting it, but...

... tomorrow begins a 40 day retreat. Which will take me almost to the exact end of teaching this summer. Like I said, I'm in training.

 

Friday, July 5, 2013

Becky Eldredge, the person who inspired the sunflower

I do not need 1000's of more followers, what I need to do is make wonderful connections with a few of the ones I have on twitter. Becky Eldredge seemed like a fine person to get connected with. I had fanned her page on Facebook, followed her on Twitter, and read her thoughts at her website.

Then one day she sent out a tweet asking for prayer requests. I asked for some directed towards my students. She asked about my job. A connection had been made. Yes, it is across state lines and we may never meet, but I will keep an eye out for chances. My hope is that she leads a retreat at the Jesuit Center. She does things like that. My hope is that I will one day read the book she is writing.

Yes, it is ours. She recently wrote to me responding to the word collaboration. She mentioned synergy. People saw this as one of MY best pieces, but truth be told, it would not be in this world without Becky.

First ~ she desired a piece of art celebrating sunflowers

Second ~ she shared some photos she had taken of sunflowers and when I fell in love with a flower emerging into fullness... we realized that we both love the word, unfolding

Third ~ she wrote to me about why sunflowers are important to her.

Fourth ~ she agreed with me that the design should emerge while I was on a retreat and patiently waited for that retreat to come along. I took Becky's photo and words on that retreat.

If it is one of my best pieces, it is because of the spiritual connection between plant and human, which led to this photo.

Thanks, for helping me to be a better artist.

 

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Creating a Path to Jazz in Churches ~ The Thelonious Monk Septet's Monk's Music

Cleared off the top of my stereo so I could play an LP or two. Monk's Music was released by Riverside Records in 1957. It was one of the first jazz records to be in my collection, but that wasn't till nearly thirty years after it was recorded Only six tunes on the LP, five of which are tunes by Thelonious Monk, but the first tune is a less than a minute take of Abide with Me. The hymn was written by Henry Francis Lyte as he prepared for death. The opening refers to Luke 24:29, "Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent"
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
... but the music was composed by William H. Monk. Thus it is Monk's music. Thelonious Monk does not play on the tune and I wonder if that ever happened again on one of his albums. He arranged it for horns. Ray Copeland, Coleman Hawkins, John Coltrane, Gigi Gryce play it ~
When I first played this LP, I doubt I would have one day be a fan of jazz vespers and be planning to celebrate my 50th birthday at an Episcopalian church and with jazz. But that is where my life has unfolded.

Friday, March 29, 2013

This year's Watch ~ foiling and praying




I am not so hot with sitting still and so I entered my studio at 10:00 this morning. At that time seven pieces had been foiled. By 11:05, all were done.
Near the beginning I read a reflection by Fr. James Martin, SJ. It asked us to consider the human side of Jesus pondering a failure as he suffered. Had his ministry been for nothing? Where do we see ourselves failing? Some students came to mind. But no matter the journey they have taken this school year, I'll have hope for their future. Maybe that hope is what has allowed me to continue on as a special education teacher for 26 years.

I also took a break from the foiling to browse scripture, this passage from Matthew struck me ~


"Go and learn the meaning of the words: Mercy is what pleases me, not sacrifice. And indeed I came to call not the upright, but sinners."


Ironic. Sad. To come with a message of saying sacrifice is not what God wants, then to be asked to sacrifice his life. Can we be grateful? Can we experience the joy of Easter?

And surely jazz was flowing as I prayed and foiled. A few years back a friend gave me a CD, Jazz Meets Hymns by Juju Song. Wish I could have found a video of Were You There When They Crucified My Lord, but I did find this ~

May our prayers take us into deeper places.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Robin's Word ~ serenity in glass


Clearly she got it wrong, because if I had done it my way, it would have been a mosaic.  When I first imagined a word out of glass, I made them to have the sun flow through the word, but then came collaborations with Mosaic Woman.  

Oh what a joy.  No background pieces, no foiling, no soldering, no glueing into a frame (not to mention all the hope that it will fit in the frame), no attaching chain to the frame.  Just glue down the word and hand it to Mosaic Woman, who I trusted to create a splendid background.

Like I said, clearly Robin commissioned the wrong thing.  I need to stop listening to friends, who keep insisting I push my talents.

Thanks.




Monday, April 30, 2012

Mystical Mondays: On the Road to Compassion



Translations by Daniel Ladinsky


15 years or so ago I took a Myers Briggs test and scored low on most things.  I guess I tended to be on the fence in defining myself at the edges where I would have earned points.  My lowest score was in compassion, which if I recall correctly was a "zero." 


I was on the verge of entering the world of the mystics, who drew out maps on which my life has unfolded.  I think for the better...


Ask Anything


"Ask Anything,"

My Lord said to me.

And my mind and heart thought deeply
for a second,

then replied with just one word,

"When?"

God's arms then opened up and I entered myself.
I entered Myself when I entered 
Christ.

And having learned compassion I
allowed my soul

to stay.


Meister Eckhart

Monday, March 5, 2012

Mystical Monday: Rumi shares God's desire for us to make music together




Translations by Daniel Ladinsky




ISN'T THAT SOMETHING?

I like when
the music happens like this:

Something in His eye grabs hold of a 
tambourine in 
me,

then I turn and lift a violin in someone else,
and they turn, and this turning
continues;

it has reached you now.  Isn't that
something?

Rumi

~~~~~~~~

I dig music... and God believes we can and will make music together:

Wayne Stratz



Monday, February 27, 2012

Mystical Mondays: Admiration, All Things, Results




Translations by Daniel Ladinsky



GOD'S ADMIRATION

God's Admiration for us is infinitely greater
than anything we can conjure up
for Him.

St. Francis of Assisi


IN ALL THINGS

It was easy to love God in all that
was beautiful.

The lessons of deeper knowledge, though, instructed me
to embrace God in all
things.

St. Francis of Assisi


  THE RESULT OF PRAYER

The result of prayer is life.

Prayer irrigates the
earth and
heart.

St. Francis of Assisi



Monday, February 6, 2012

Mystical Monday: reminder to keep an open mind


Translations by Daniel Ladinsky

On Saturday Margaret took over the nightly reading, as we switched from Rabia to St Francis of Assisi.  And this is what she read the night before our show reception at Pebble Hill Interfaith Church... 





BECAUSE HE GAVE BIRTH


So
Precious
is a person's faith in God, 
so precious;


never should we harm
that.


Because
He gave birth
to all


religions.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Welcome to Mystical Mondays



Translations by Daniel Ladinsky


Mondays have been about science, but I am changing things up a bit.

1. every Monday I am to send a note to my spiritual group members
2. Michelle, the Quantum Theorist, gave us a really cool book when met with her at the end of Decemember.  Mosaic Woman and I have been reading one poem a night and I thought I would like to share the journey here.

The first of the twelve sacred voices belongs to Rabia.  There have been moments that I have been so amused by her transitions from one verse to another that I have laughed out loud.  I think God is OK with us being amused.

Here is some thoughts from God, through Rabia:


THE WAY IT GOES

Why Think God hads not touched everything
that comes to your desk?

True, he may have kept the best
for Himself.

That is just the
way it
goes.


XXX


THE MOMENTS DEPTH

The moment's depth is greater than that of
the future

And from the fields of the past, what can you harvest again?
...

XXX

SLICING POTATOES

...

I
tried painting,
but it was easier to fly slicing
potatoes.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Jazz for a Silent Dude: Coltrane's Psalm by the Asa Trio



Wernersville Sunset


Is there anyway to predict what tune will emerge as the one that will draw you in on any particular day?

Can a search on an iPod take you to a Psalm just as a spiritual director can guide you to a Psalm the first evening of a week long retreat?

Can joining Twitter introduce you to a drummer from the US, who lives in Iceland, and then to the Asa Trio's free download (as of this date it is still free) of Coltrane's Love Supreme.

I guess life can happen this way.  




Jesuit Center

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Crafting on Thursdays- doodling with glass... done

It was a spiritual time with Mosaic Woman this past weekend as we both finished Mandalas...

A previous crafting on Thursday post announced that I was doodling with glass and I can say it is true, a stratozpheric mandala has unfolded into this world. Friends were over for dinner and when I showed it to them they saw my doodling within the mosaic.

This is how it looks in sunlight...


at our etsy shop


Mosaic Woman was a ton of help with giving me guidance for the technical skills I needed to complete. And while I was grouting this, she was grouting right next to me...






I have plans to do another, and maybe a third and ....

Friday, September 3, 2010

Fridays in PA--- a place for silence, The Jesuit Center

As seen in during my recent time of silence at the Jesuit Center in Wernersville, PA


a flower that greeted me upon my arrival, and yes, the name is on the tip of my tongue.



no surprise to find a mosaic in the bunch, but I am not sure who the wavy hair dude is???


waiting for the moon to rise, I went down a grassy hill and came across Mary.


Caught my eye from the hallway, so I plopped my self onto the ground a shot from a distance.



This I found in a room at the front of the center dedicated to Walter J. Ciszek S.J.


As I was gathering acorns a woman walked the path taking her to all the stations of the cross.


Where the hymns were found.


The desk upon which I doodled. I cleared a space to take a photo of the slogan of the Rochester Jazz Festival.


a lamp

Sunday, April 11, 2010

after Ignatius, Bonaventure

I found it odd to be sitting in an easy chair watching a fire the day after the fire in my neighborhood. But I did as I rested my ankle.
We had just finished touring the Hildreth Meiere exhibit at St. Bonaventure University, and as Mosaic Woman made some purchases, I got intrigued by this guy...
St. Francis, a granite sculpture
by Beniamino Benvenuto Bufano.
But as we toured the University enjoying the architecture, my mind became curious about St. Bonaventure. I knew nothing about the man. So as I sat in front of the fire, I wondered if those, who lost so much in the fire, would ever enjoy watching flames; and I decided that I would bring St. Bonaventure to Monday nights at Holy Trinity in Lansdale.
So I have been reading about his life, and I just finished reading the prologue to The Soul's Journey Into God . and I may be moving in a good direction. we will see.