grasshopper prayer

pay attention all day

Monday, November 28, 2005

elemental, my dear

Water
You are water. You're not really organic; you're
neither acidic nor basic, yet you're an acid
and a base at the same time. You're strong
willed and opinionated, but relaxed and ready
to flow. So while you often seem worthless,
without you, everything would just not work.
People should definitely drink more of you
every day.


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I've gotten a little sucked into the blogthings habit...but only a little. Really.

Friday, November 25, 2005

anniversary

In a couple of days, this blog will be a year old. Happy birthday, blog. I think one of the things it reflects most strongly is the ministry-formation struggle of learning where the personal properly intersects the public. It's not where you think it is, and it's not where people tell you it is, it's in that fuzzy, moveable in-between place...because in ministry, if you do it well, you're part of people's everyday lives, the grocery-shopping, life-loving, death-grieving part, not mostly the organized bits, but the pieces that people don't notice--the in-between bits. Sure Sunday morning (or whenever) is important, but it's the fact that you lift up the ordinary parts of lives that makes you a minister, really. We are here to honour the holy and urge people to greater awareness of their moment-to-moment living...even as we often neglect or even gently hide our own lives to do this work more effectively. Paradox? Yes. Important? I say vital, because Annie Dillard is right--the way we spend our days is, after all, the way we spend our lives.

So the question comes, how do we model the preciousness of daily living without making public our every move? And the answer is, we can't...

thus the question of occluded, implied authenticity. And so it is here, too, every time, just like life and church and lunch-out and grocery stores, just like doctor's offices and walking down the street. I am both/and, public and private. It is good learning; may we move ever closer to balance.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

it's complicated

You Are The Stuffing

You're complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together.
People miss you if you're gone - but they're not sure why.
Thanks to jill for the nudge. What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?

Friday, November 18, 2005

lovers, partners, friends



connection in motion

Thursday, November 17, 2005

friends

There are those people in our lives who, despite their or our best intentions, refuse to leave. They are not the stalkers of our spare moments or of our comings and goings...

they are the ones who turn up when they are least expected...and most needed. They are the ones who shimmer in our peripheral vision, seemingly forever. They are the ones who are glad to hear from us, even when we have been gone from their lives six months or a year or more. They are not counting days as debts, they are only happy that we still have voice and story to share. They are the ones who send the unexpected card, or who are there every day for a week and every month for a year, or just love you though you are broken and bent and inescapably human.

Sometimes, in the beginning, it is hard to sift these from the others, the necessary, sweet and valuable acquaintances, the ones who slip quietly out the same way they came in. There is no shame in being or having acquaintances. They, too, are part of community. They, too, are part of living in a place...

but oh, the rich flavour of friends' voices, the ease and joy of their smiles, their laughter, their care, their love. Oh, the relief of being truly known...and oh, the relief in being able to love.