Another quote

"Unwittingly, I was looking for a door and not a doorway, something to hide behind and think private thoughts, not a conduit to let the community into my heart. Loneliness was the worst punishment imaginable, and I was trying to rent it." p. 85 of Secrets of the Talking Jaguar by Martin Prechtel

The road less traveled

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

A meandering creek

I have always enjoyed sitting beside a creek. I had one very near my house as a child. It holds special memories for me. When we moved out to our land, we discovered that we had two creeks running through it. This is a picture of the smaller one. Last week, we had quite a snow! It was beautiful.

Story telling

I tend to be drawn to books written about real life experiences. The Dance of the Dissident Daughter, by Sue Monk Kidd is one of my most favorite books. She makes herself so vulnerable in simply telling her story. I have also read books by Barbara Brown Taylor. Her book, Leaving Church, helped me understand so much of my own problems with church. When I went to a book signing to hear Mrs. Taylor speak, she said something that made a huge impact on me. She said something like "I am an expert in exactly one person's journey." She helped me understand that part of my function in this world was simply to become an expert in my own journey. That is when I started quit trying to tell everyone else's story. It is when I started to tell my own.

Telling my own story is much harder than trying to tell other people's stories. It means that I am to start examining myself in different ways. I wanted to be willing to share my story. I began wondering if, perhaps, I have something to say. When I read this quote in a book yesterday, I understood why I wanted to share it publicly.

"I hope something ancient and indigenous may reawaken inside the modern reader, who may catch a whiff or a glimmer of his or her own ancestral indigenous soul, or a memory of her ancient Celtic ancestral roadhouse, or Dravidian river people, or Polynesian canoe raid. Perhaps the soul could remember a little of its origination, when its people still belonged to the spirit of a place. Possibly my own story will give your stories courage enough to blossom." p.xix of Secrets of the Talking Jaguar by Martin Prechtel

Defending myself

One of the biggest mistakes I make in my life is in defending myself. Sometimes, I do it to my own detriment. Sometimes, I do it to the point of ruining relationships. Sometimes, I will defend myself to the death! It could be my death, or theirs, I don't care. I've been doing this most of my life. I think that it got me through some really hard times as a kid, teenager and young adult. There were so many times in my life where I really felt like it was me against the world. Sometimes that feeling overwhelms my adult sense of myself, and I find myself right back to defending myself at all costs.
At least I am starting to realize the pattern involved with this defense. It seems to happen in relationships, or situations, where I feel like I simply don't matter. The good news for me, these relationships and situations seem to be getting fewer and further between. I've managed, over the past several years, to make some of the best friends anyone could ever imagine. I have friendships that go far beyond the superficial. They are lasting, time tested, authentic relationships. I get to trust these, and not have to defend myself.
Hopefully, I will start learning the art of asserting myself, and loose the defensiveness. Hopefully, I will learn the art of being a 'compassionate disruptor' instead of simply being a provoker. Hopefully, I will learn how to move forward, without being held hostage to the past. Hopefully, I will find ways to continue growing and making room for others to grow also.
About a year ago, I went to church with a friend of mine. She is a gray-headed, self proclaimed, 'old lady'. She took me to a high church, complete with Icons, incense and Holy Water. On a lark, I went to kneel before the statue of Mary. As I knelt, a prayer washed over me in words I cannot explain. The words faded out at the end, leaving me with a paradox that I don't completely understand. It went something like this: "Oh Mary, Mother of God, give me the strength to give that which I have not received in/of this world."
I have spent many hours meditating on this prayer, wondering what it meant for me in this life. With this season of Advent, I realize that I have soooooo much more work to do in preparing myself for the coming of the Christ child. I have failed in so many tasks over the past year. I have slipped too far into defending myself, trying to prove that which I have received in this world. It is time that I start giving that which has come to me through the love others. My struggles continue, I suspect they always will. It has been a hard year. I have said goodbye to 3 very good friends. Two of them moved away, one passed away. I also seem to have grown away from some friends, while renewing old friendships along the way. I have also tried to refocus on those relationships closest to me, especially those with whom I share my living space. I have far more than I could possibly deserve.
So this post rambles on for a bit. I publish it in the hopes that it helps me to hold myself accountable. I have enjoyed going back and reading what I have written, realizing how naive some posts are, how silly some are. Some even make a little bit of sense. Any way, I keep writing, keep reaching out, keep trying to live up to what is being asked of me. Amen.

Face it square

I was watching the Walton's the other day with my kids. I love the show and the sense of real community that family has. One scene showed me how important it is to have elders around.
Jason's friend found out he was dying from Leukemia. Jason refused to speak to the friend after he found out. He even avoided looking at his friend. Finally, his grandpa confronted him. He sat, tenderly, with Jason on his bed. He told him, "You'll hate yourself if you don't face it square." At first, I thought he was talking about facing his dying friend. So, I rewound it to listen to it again. Grandpa was inviting Jason to face his grief.
You see, Jason had gotten all mixed up. He was overwhelmed with emotions, and didn't know how to deal with them. The easiest way for him to deal with his own sense of vulnerability was to avoid the person who reminded him of it. So, he missed some valuable time with that friend. It is a real shame to miss time with a good friend.
Fortunately for Jason, he had someone willing to confront him. Jason saw it as a gift, and let his grief out. He cried in the arms of his grandpa, and went to visit his friend.