Tuesday, March 31, 2009

My Breakfast: a big spoonful

"What if Christ lives in us, in the world-not barely, not like an idea or a metaphor, but like a breath. What if the love and grace of God is something that is radically present to all our senses. Maybe not as present to our rational minds, and yet all the time keeping us alive- as Jean-Luc Marion suggests, a presence so enormous, so permeating, so thorough, that it's often mistaken somehow for abscence."
-Debbie Blue

Saturday, March 28, 2009

It's just time...

I was inspired today...

A few of us gathered in my living room, amidst tea, strawberries, chocolate, a baby's gurgling and betty megge's licking to bring a dream to fruition. This dream is to create a community garden in my backyard... A garden that will bring together people from all walks of life to tend to this land that we have been given, to harvest a crop- together- in the midst of what the city's inhabitants consider an eye-sore. We, the people of this area, would like to inspire our community by creating beauty and nourishing our souls and bodies through our tilling, planting,watering and gleaning. We will eat together back here , in just a few short months- under the gleam of the sun...and it will be good. Now, this is truly the church.

And I am in awe...

So- I have been gazing out my window thinking...

I must write.

And i write often.

It is time for me to share the trappings of my soul with you, so that we may grow together and be connected.... That's why I want to do this...Because I need you, and so- I must believe that you need me too..

So- in this- are bits of me...
And all of this... is worship.


Planting the pieces of me

The sun is starting to shine

As I pull open the blinds

Of my own unhappiness


Wind chills me

And I remember

Shivering


When I was young

The windows open

Sweet smell of moisture


Droplets falling

Plop.

My tongue- the catcher of these dreams.


That were

That are

Amidst all of this


To say thank you

Is to pray.

Is to breathe…