Transfiguration Morning…

Blued-eyed sky and Sunlight

There is Peace here.
This morning the sky is blued-eyed — cloudless and bright…  sunlight has clothed the wetland wood across my gravel road and every green hue is alive with  its touch.
It is an August morning — the Feast of the Transfiguration — and my world awoke to this quiet beauty — the breathing of the sea-tides echoing in my chest… the rise and fall of my own rhythm — my heart keeping the beat.

I am sitting in this Quiet.
There are dishes waiting in my sink — remnants of a quick dinner before writing my paper that was due at midnight… they have been patient and will soon be clean again, but they are quiet as they wait.
The boys have had their morning meds with breakfast, the cats are resting from their nocturnal play…
In this moment nothing is clamoring for my attention.

I can feel this new day washing over my corner of the world — what is this magic that keeps us spinning through time — ever forward, ever onward? Is it this Quiet – this Foundation-of-Everything holding us all together? It is holding me here — cradling us all, just waiting to be recognized… to be known.

“If today you hear His voice, harden not your hearts.”

Inside, we’re all longing to be mystics — longing to know and be known — to sit in the Silence of ourselves surrounded by the bustle and noise of living. We’re all yearning for connection — to have Light clothe us in our innate hues and reveal our beauty to the world. Can’t you see the brightness of summer’s-light in the eyes of those around you? We’re all seeking Communion… Be gentle in your gaze — soft, compassionate eyes are the key to sight here.  Be kind, and See.

“Be still, and know…”

#augustmorning
#feastoftransfiguration
#quiet
#bekindandsee
#bestillandknow

Breathe…

St. Mary’s after Mass and my front porch this evening

The tide was out this morning after Mass — I stood briefly on the bluff in front of St. Mary’s to close my eyes and feel its rhythm…  the breeze on my face heavy with the scent of the sea. Then it was time to get home and bring Eucharist to my boys — a bit of Thanksgiving and Peace for the week ahead.

The day has been spent in Quiet – my Shakespeare paper finished yesterday meant today was free to simply straighten our home a little and just rest…

This evening I am sitting here on the porch — the sun gentle on my shoulders and face now as it heads towards meeting with the sea — together they will paint the sky and the far horizon with the coming sunset. It was harsh at midday today — even with the breeze — but now there is a softness in its warmth as the day draws to a close.  Sitting here, the sound of the sea is a comforting roar in my chest — the tide was at its height not long ago and it still sounds like it. The breeze off the sea is stronger tonight than it was this morning – dancing with the leaves in the trees, making the shadows shimmer – every once in awhile a gust whips my hair around my face and fills my lungs with the fullness of the seaside in the summer… sun-warmed grasses and sand, the lake and creeks nearby, the heat of the roads in the area, the wet-earth and bracken of the woods… and of course — the sea.

Breathe.
Can you feel its rhythm — can you hear its echo inside as the tide of your own breath fills your lungs with life?

We all breathe the same air.  We’re all rocked to the rhythm of our heartbeats — all the same… all living and loving on land that eventually meets the sea. Love is the only appropriate response to the beauty of our shared humanity – our shared rhythm of life.

Breathe.
There’s still hope for us.

#searhythm
#hopeforus
#breathetogether
#onehumanity

Hoping For Rest…

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Dante hogging my heating pad… I only got up for a moment!

It’s been a full day.

Tonight I did something I’ve been meaning to do for quite awhile. I joined the team that brings Communion to people in one of the local assisted living homes not far from where I live. It’s actually not surprising that I wanted to get involved in this particular ministry since I’m so active in hospice volunteering and the No One Dies Alone program in my area — I love visiting with the elderly and I’ve been working up the courage to join this ministry team for about a year now. Then a few weeks ago, while I was visiting with one of my hospice patients, he was brought Communion from another local parish and I realized that I really needed to be doing it. So, I made the scary phone call (I hate talking on the phone!) and joined. Then tonight I went around for the first time shadowing a sweet soul to learn where to go and what to do, and by the end of the night I was leading the little services. Next time it’s my turn I’ll bring my boys along… The people were so grateful, and wanting to visit — it was as much of a blessing as I knew it would be… :)

Tomorrow promises to be just as busy, but we get to spend time with the whole family, and I’m really looking forward to it. I have a couple pieces to write — so I’ll be writing while enjoying the company of my little nephews and the rest of the family, :) and we’ll be celebrating my brother-in-law’s birthday. It’s going to be a good day.

But before tomorrow can get here, I need to get through the night. Lately that hasn’t been easy — not just because the boys don’t sleep well, but because I’m having some newer pain issues and I’m simply not sleeping much or well. My back and my bed don’t seem to be getting along, though I don’t think it’s my bed’s fault — pretty sure it’s just my back having some new issues. It has been the opposite of fun though, and the nights have been long… yet not long enough because sleep has been short. This has left me even more tired than I normally am and so life has been harder — my emotions are closer to the surface, my brain moves slower, pain levels go up… everything is just more complicated without sleep. It’s another part of being human… we need rest…

Rest is vital to our wellbeing — physically and spiritually. Without rest we can’t give of ourselves because we have nothing to give. Without rest, I find myself squeezing words from my brain as if it’s a dried up orange being juiced, and they tend to come one… at… a… time… or in short clumps. Without rest, my entire body just wants to be still — to sit down… to just cease everything for awhile… I am reminded again…

“Be still and know that I am God…” (Psalm 46:10)

So I will close this computer, and hopefully close my eyes soon… I will choose to be still –and hope for rest. Tomorrow is another day…

I am grateful…

  1. gentle old souls so happy to see me…
  2. a sweet new soul to learn from…
  3. multiple times today when life’s timing was “just right”…
  4. morning muffins already made…
  5. boys who are such good brothers…
  6. anticipation…
  7. plenty of pieces to write…
  8. late night laughter…
  9. Fall Back (we gain an hour!)…
  10. long morning talks with my mom…

It’s all Grace…