I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Monday, July 31, 2017
On the other side
Quietness
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like somebody suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
Rumi
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the rush of the day is over
all the voices
all the striving
all the wondering and worrying
all the measuring of self
the TV is off
and on the front porch
I sit
Listening to the silence
The thunder rumbles briefly
And the rain falls
And then
Once again silence
And all that I have carried falls away
The good, the bad, the ugly
All gone
And nothing remains
Except
What lies on the other side
Of this
death
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Beyond the lunatic's sphere
Listen, this world is the lunatic’s sphere
Don’t always agree it is real
Even with my feet upon it
And the postman knowing my door
My address is somewhere else
Hafiz
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It only takes a few moments
Every morning
Before I start thinking
The world is the lunatic’s sphere
By noon it is a sure thing
By sunset, it is time for despair
And yet
The sunrises golden, sending its rays racing through the
trees
And there are people who act kindly toward others
And there are people who resist evil
And after the head of the day
The Sacred one cools the globe
And the sun exits
Gloriously
And then I know that as much as this is
The wonderful, amazing sphere
Full of lunatics
And me
It is not
All
There
Is
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Angel fire
Each life starts with such promise
Then life happens
Each year starts with the promise of newness
Which so often eludes
Each day the sunrise
And sets the clouds and earth afire
And then we all too often
Slide into tortured busy-ness.
We become dull
Compressed
Oppressed
Yet angel fire rages
Spirit wind blows
and we are lifted from the dust
new again
we shine once more
love again
we rise
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“You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.”
― Maya Angelou
Friday, July 28, 2017
A Soul Problem
“There can be no keener revelation of a society's soul
than the way in which it treats its children.”
Nelson Mandela
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I wonder about our soul
this place that has so much power
so many resources
so much wealth
and so much poverty
so many children who go hungry
and have no place to lay their head
whose schools are being gutted
and whose health care being cut
so that the rich can be richer
(it really is as simple as that)
I think there is darkness where there should be light
I think there is coldness, where there should be warmth
I think there are empty places, where there should be love
I think
We have a soul problem
It is not hopeless
For there is health there too
Among the many people
Who refuse to buy into the essential selfishness peddled by
our leaders
Who refuse to buy into the amorality embraced by those in
power
There are spots of light everywhere
May they find each other
And
Shine
Thursday, July 27, 2017
beyond repair
“Who hurt you, once,
so far beyond repair
that you would meet each overture
with curling lip?
While we, who knew you well,
your friends, (the focus of your scorn)
could see your courage in the face of fear,
your wit, and thoughtfulness,
and will remember you
with something close to love.”
― Louise Penny, Bury Your Dead
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Sometimes
When we do not believe in ourselves
We all we can feel is our failings
Our deficits
When all we can remember is the hurt
The loss
The times when we were judged “not enough”
And love faded
Or perhaps sprinted for the door
There are people
Angels perhaps
Who see the best in us
And think of us
With
Love
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
head and heart
“Do not let arrogance go to your head and despair to your
heart; do not let compliments go to your head and criticisms to your heart; do
not let success go to your head and failure to your heart.”
Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
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Is there a choice to be made
Between the mind and the heart
Does the heart know, what the mind cannot see?
Can the head quiet the heart?
the two are bound
it is the way we are designed
what goes on in our head impacts our hearts
and our hearts, at times, can quiet and inform the mind
the first seems far easier than the second
for the mind does not know when to shut up
but rants about, everything
I am not too worried that arrogance, or compliments, or
success
Will go to my head
I have had plenty of success,
My mind is not dominated by those things
I do not hear the compliments, and I cannot own my success
What seems to find a place in my head are the fears, and the
pain of failure
And yet
My heart seems to know what my mind cannot comprehend
Sends the message daily
Through my soul
Pounding at the door of my mind
You are a Sacred child
You are Sacred
You are
You
Loveable
And
loved
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Sick of the dark
“There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a
light at the end of the tunnel or not.
You’re just sick of the tunnel.”
Ranata Suzuki
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There are times it feels
As if the darkness is overcoming the light
We have colluders
And liars
People who are empty, and without compassion
Exercising power
Over those who need so much compassion
And so much care
Where in the midst of the greed
And hate
Where, in a country, a world,
Where money is valued over people
And wealth over generosity
Is the light?
God I wish it were Christmas
When the light came into the world
And beat back the darkness
We need a little Christmas
We need a little Jesus
A little love
A little hope
Now
For I am sick of the dark
Getting Older
“As you get older; you've probably noticed that you tend to
forget things. You'll be talking with somebody at a party, and you'll know that
you know this person, but no matter how hard you try, you can't remember his or
her name. This can be very embarrassing, especially if he or she turns out to
be your spouse.”
Dave Barry
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It’s a funny thing, aging
I mean really
What does it feel like to get “older”
There is a part of me that doesn’t know
That feels as young as I have every felt
But of course
There is the me that shows up in the mirror
Who is that old man?
With such white hair
Age spots
Wrinkles
A belly
And it is true
That this body cannot do what it used to do
And most mornings, it just hurts
I’m at the point where everything hurts, and what doesn’t
hurt
Doesn’t work
I still have energy
Until 2 pm
And I can still find enough energy, to do some tasks that
needed doing.
But I can’t remember jack
And there are hundreds if not thousands of people out there,
whose faces I recognize,
But whom I cannot give a name…
And so many names, that don’t have faces,
And I look back and know
I could not longer do what I once did
I could not build Wallowa Valley Center for Wellness, again
I will never be the dynamic pastor I was at Lake Grove
Things are now missing
It is not that I don’t have a sense of future
Its just that my future is…
Limited
And at times I look wistfully into the past
When so much more
Lay ahead
Sunday, July 23, 2017
ego work
“In fact, the more each person can remove his or her ego
from the discussion and focus on the subject matter, the more fruitful the
conversation will be for all involved.”
Matthew Kelly, The Seven Levels of Intimacy
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Perhaps our nation will never heal
Until we have leaders who can remove their egos from the
discussion
And listen
More than listen, hear
Without the filter of “self”
And the greed, and need for power and affirmation that go
along with “self”
Perhaps our nation will never heal
Until we all
All
Can remove our egos from the discussion
And listen
More than listen, hear
Without the filter of “self”
And the greed, and need for power and affirmation that go
along with “self”
Perhaps I need to start
With
Me
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Trust Love
“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always
one more time.”
Maya Angelou
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Sometimes it is hard to trust love
With those who do not love anyone
Perhaps not even themselves have the power
When love is given to things
To money
To ideologies
And not people
One tries to love
But those whose lives embody
Hate, anger, greed, selfishness
Act
Again and again and again
In ways that kill love
Every time we open Facebook
Read a paper
Watch the news
We see what happened with love of the Sacred
Love of others
Is missing
It is not pretty
And our own insistence to try and live love
Is challenged by injustice
By people legislating
Saying
Doing such ugly things
We know we must try to put things right
But how do we keep our trust in love
And resist, in love
It is difficult this task
Impossible perhaps
But it is our call
It is the only way
Love wins
Friday, July 21, 2017
weariness of life
The whole notion of pain, and how every individual
experiences pain, is up for debate. We don't know how another person
experiences pain - physical pain or psychic pain. Some of these clinics where
assisted suicide or euthanasia is practiced, they call it 'weariness of life.'
Miriam
Toews
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What do we do with pain?
It is so complex
When present, so woven into the fabric of who we are
Physical pain morphs into
Emotional and spiritual pain
It is no longer my back,
My neck
It is my heart, my would
Dazed by pain one wonders who they are
What they have become
And the path ahead
Seems hardly worth the effort
Pain comes out of trauma
Physical yes
But equally so
Emotional, spiritual, sexual
We carry all kinds of pain in our bodies
And we become pain
We grow weary of life
To answer pain involves so much more than
Pills, or surgery
Pain is alleviated by walking
Meditating
Breathing
Eating (right)
It is a physical matter to be sure
But all pain is from the brain
One way or another
We must think rightly
Or suffer
Pain is pain
It does not have to become suffering
They sit in front of me
Their stories different but the same
Ah! Sacred One
Touch these bodies, hearts, souls, minds
Touch this pain
Thursday, July 20, 2017
Fall in love with love
“What did falling in love do for you? Can you ever really
explain it? It filled empty spaces I never knew were empty. It cured a
loneliness I never knew I had. It gave me joy. And freedom. I think that was
the most amazing part. I suddenly felt both embraced and freed at the same
time.”
Louise
Penny, The Beautiful Mystery
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What does connecting with the Sacred do?
It fills spaces we never knew exists
I cured a loneliness we never knew we had
There a crevices and cracks in our souls
Places where life has eroded and torn
Dark wounded places
Which impact our lives in ways we do not understand
From these places come the anger we cannot explain
The distrust that seems to have no basis
From these places echo the voices
Telling us we are not enough
We are never enough
But when we fall in Love with Love
We are embraced by love
And free to “catch the joy as it flies” (Blake)
We cannot explain it adequately
Nor even describe it
We can only experience it
And share it
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
you are the sky
“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”
Pema
Chödrön
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Before Facebook
Before Trump
Before the ACA or the AHCA or even the BCRA
Before North Korea’s brags
And the latest tweet
The sky
The breeze
The sunrise
The mountain
The Sacred
The True Me
Left foot
Right foot
Left foot
Breathe
Deep into the soul
Where lives
The sky
The breeze
The sunrise
The mountain
The Sacred
The True Self
Calm
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Even the Shadow of God
" Even the shadow of God is brilliant, ....
so much so even God
has trouble ....
looking
at Himself as that ....
Unless He is more disguised,
hidden in illusion,
hidden as He .... can be
in us. "
-
Hafiz
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People can see bits of God in the majesty of mountain
In the sound of water laughter across rocks
In the sudden storms that drench and replenish the earth
But the Sacred is seen most clearly
When the people in whom God has hidden
Allow the sacred to dance in their souls
Today I saw children playing
People running
Families gathering
Cowboys (and cowgirls too) riding and roping
And in the midst of it all
God
Monday, July 17, 2017
what I believe is what I do
“What I believe is not what I say I believe; what I believe
is what I do.”
Donald Miller, Blue
Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality
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What do I believe?
It is simple really
I believe there is something much much bigger than I
I call that something God, or the Sacred One, although I am
not sure that an anthropomorphic image of God is helpful.
I believe that I came from God
And I believe that God dwells in me, and you
And every person on this earth
I believe some people are awake to that presence
Some are not
I believe that once upon a time, a person named Jesus
Was totally awake to that presence, to the degree that the
difference between the human, Jesus,
And the Sacred part of him became meaningless
He was fully human, but fully God
I believe that because God was so alive in Jesus life
He lived an amazing life of love, and he healed the sick,
and touched lives deeply
And I believe that while we can never be Jesus, we can live
Towards Jesus
Seeing to walk in his way
I believe that when the Sacred is awake in us
We are people who live without fear,
And are full of hope
We are people who forgive, and give, and share, and comfort
Our faith is revealed not so much by what we believe
And certainly not what we say
But in how we live
I believe that when my time here is done
I go back to the from whence I came
And I move from communion with God, to union
And so each day
Seek to be aware of the Sacred
Powered by the Sacred
And I seek to live the Sacred
Because I know I am a child of God
And I look at you
And I know that you are one too
And that some day
Down the road, we will both go home
Saturday, July 15, 2017
no one left behind
“The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern
world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.”
Bertrand Russell
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The world is a mess
Really
Hate, division, conflict, brutality, greed, fear
You name it, we’ve got it!
And we are all seeking to
Work our way through the mess
To something better
To a place that is more safe,
More grace full
More generous
To a place that is kinder
A place where all can flourish
But it is not just the goal that matters, although it does
How we get to our goal matters
How we deal with the mess
Matters
Some say that to be safe, we have to be mean
We have to exclude people, judge people, oppress people,
diminish people
Don’t let them live among us, don’t let them get uppity
Then we will be safe
Some say that in order to be comfortable, we need to be
Fundamentally selfish
Work for what you want.
When you get it, cling to it
If others don’t have enough?
Well they are lazy and shiftless
They are bad people who are not worth worry about
Just leave them behind
Some say that to get through the mess
We have to be the biggest
The meanest
The most powerful
The most protective
We have to be people who hug everything to ourselves
Surrounding ourselves with the trappings of wealth and power
But that doesn’t really get us through the mess
It just makes the mess worse
That doesn’t empty the swamp, it expands it, deepens it
How we get through the mess matters
And we should work our way through this mess
Listening, caring, giving, helping, supporting, affirming,
loving
We should wander through the mess making sure, as much as
possible
That no one
No one
Gets left behind
That no one is diminished, marginalized, bullied, excluded
Not that woman
Not that man
Not that person with addiction
Not that person with mental health issues
Not that aging person
Not that ill person
Not that minority person
Not that person who just happens to be LGBTQI
Not that Christian
Not that Mulsim
Not that Hindu
No one is expendable
And if someone says others are?
If someone is willing to bully and belittle?
They are just
wrong
Friday, July 14, 2017
Endings
“There’s a trick to the 'graceful exit.' It begins with the
vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, or a relationship is over — and
let it go. It means leaving what’s over without denying its validity or its
past importance to our lives. It involves a sense of future, a belief that
every exit line is an entry, that we are moving up, rather than out.”
―
Ellen Goodman
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My life has been full of
endings
The end of gestation,
Which is really a beginning, sending me squalling early born
and small
into the world
“not even good fish bait”, according to an Irish rancher
the end of infancy, as I learned to run on skinny legs
and raced into kindergarten
now on my way
beginnings followed by endings
which were beginnings
and on and on life went
endings after endings
which were beginnings after beginnings
the end of grade school
the beginning of junior high
which came to ignominious end and became the beginning of
high school
on and on
college, seminary, first church, second church, third church
no church
disgrace and the death of a journey
but in that death a new beginning
working international disaster relief
teaching at a medical school, international projects in
places like Azerbaijan
being the executive director of a mental health program
and now another ending
an ending that began 2 years ago,
and still limps along
an end that began when my board basically said
you are not enough
and “suggested” it was time to step down
and continued for two years as I took on new roles
and tried to stay out of the way of the new (which by the way is amazing)
Now another step away from what was
Tomorrow a picnic, a “retirement”
A stepping away from the program I worked to build
And into which I put so much of myself, for almost 14 years.
A program where I was at the “center” for so many years
And now am hanging around on the fringe
It feels good to know the program is amazing, and I played a
small role in that
It feels a bit sad to know I didn’t quite measure up,
ultimately
It is a bit difficult, knowing that my successor, who is
amazing
Now “owns” much of what I started
And the final stages of what I began will be her success
Not mine (at least in the eyes of many)
And it feels weird
To now be so “outside” the circle
Of activity, planning, friendship
And to know I will soon be an “after thought”
Yes a new adventure awaits
An new program is there to be birthed
But still
This is big
This ending is perhaps the most profound I have experienced
For over 20 years
And may be the biggest ending before the end
And yet it is time
For a graceful exit
A time to say goodbye
And let it
To let go of what was done
And not done
The failures
And the successes too
To let go of the need to be “important”
And noticed
And just
Walk gently
Into whatever is next
And hope
Perhaps hope against hope
That I will be remembered
And when remembered
That memory
Will bring
A
smile
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
A lack of caring
“I asked participants who claimed to be "strong
followers of Jesus" whether Jesus spent time with the poor. Nearly 80
percent said yes. Later in the survey, I sneaked in another question, I asked
this same group of strong followers whether they spent time with the poor, and
less than 2 percent said they did. I learned a powerful lesson: We can admire
and worship Jesus without doing what he did. We can applaud what he preached
and stood for without caring about the same things. We can adore his cross without
taking up ours. I had come to see that the great tragedy of the church is not
that rich Christians do not care about the poor but that rich Christians do not
know the poor.”
Shane Claiborne, The Irresistible Revolution:
Living as an Ordinary Radical
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We hear the flurry of words
Justifying the unjustifiable
They are lazy
Moochers
If they are sick it is their own fault
They should just live better lives
They should just get a job
Meanwhile, back at the high rise office building
Back at the tower
The rich sit in $1000 suits
Sipping their bottle water
Or their wine
And figuring out what they can do
To become richer than they already are
Mansions
Luxury cars
Vacation home
More money they could spend in a life time is not enough
More, more, they must have more
And to get it?
They will leave those they do not value behind
They will strip healthcare from the vulnerable
The disabled
The elderly
All for the sake of another $33,000 for people who are worth
millions, even billions
This is the shame of America
This is the shame of those who think others are expendible
Who walk the walk of essential selfishness
This is the sin of America
That we not only do not understand the poor
The pain they go through
What it is like to live every day, on the edge of not enough
What it is like to be homeless
Dinnerless
Car less
These rich, do not know, they do not understand
They think the pittance these people get, is a motivation
Not to work
Perhaps they think these people lie around eating bon bons
Many of the work, one job, two jobs, three jobs
Trying to scrabble a living for themselves and their
families
Yes that is hard to understand when you make $178,000 and
barely work any days at all
And charge most of your expenses to a bottomless expense
account
That is hard to understand when you are a CEO and make $5,859
an hour
And drive a car that costs $70 or $80,000 (that’s around 5
years gross salary for a poor person)
Yep, hard to understand
But what really hurts is that in America
The rich (Koch) the powerful (Trump and the GOP Congress)
Not only don’t know
They don’t care.
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