And it gets rather noisy, don’t you think? Shrill voices, loud machinery, and sometimes you just want people to use their ‘inside voices’ or to just crawl into a shell and disappear.
I sometimes feel like was created to be a busy person. I can’t seem to sit still. I like doing things and being productive and running around. And I really do believe that these are wonderful things about myself. I love to see a project beautifully completed. That sense of expectation and anticipation for new projects – absolutely love it. But the busy-ness and the noise… they tend to make it hard for me to hear the Voice of the One who gives me abundant life and peace in the midst of my crazy, hectic life.
A number of years ago, I began to learn that I needed to stop comparing myself to everyone else. I began to realize that I had been made precisely the way I had been intended. And the glory and peace and rest that came with that – even though I was still busy – was profound. Originally, the ‘tagline’ for this website was supposed to be “Life Instructions for the ‘rest’ of us” – but that wasn’t really what I wanted to talk about.Because life is about so much more than simply resting. Yes, rest is important, and it’s something I’m still struggling to learn. But other things began to take life. I was involved in a small group in our community that changed me fundamentally from the inside out. My friend, Chris, is an incredibly gifted musician (you can hear him here). And he became a mentor for me in chasing dreams and breathing life into people. I had always loved to encourage others and drive them ever increasingly towards their dreams…
But now, I could do it with my own dream – writing and publishing.
You see, I can remember my first ‘creative project’ in elementary school (I actually still own it) – called Murder on the 500 – which was a murder-mystery short-story. I wrote, illustrated and bound the entire thing by myself. My entire youth, I wrote and wrote and wrote – poetry, prose, journals, music. I’ve always wanted to write, to make publications, to create in this wonderful way. It was as if words were an extra pair of hands with which I could embrace the world that I had fallen in love with.
And yes, I have fallen so desperately in love with this amazing world that I am living in.
And part of that has to do with my deeply spiritual journey of the last three decades. I’ve fallen in love with a Creator who *wants* to talk to me. Who delights in revealing truth and beauty and peace and delight – in all the most wonderful and miraculous ways. I’m learning more and more that a life of gratitude, encouragement and compassion are at the heart of seeing the world transformed. I want to see people’s dreams and deepest heart’s desires fulfilled.
And I’ve learned that my most profound and intimate moments are those in which I don’t shout. In those moments where I am most in tune with the world, my heart and my God, a whisper is more than enough. And I’ve also learned that if I listen to the whispers presented to me in my world, I tend to make those tiny little decisions of character-building that inevitably make the larger decisions so much easier.
Together, we can explore what it looks like to listen to the whispers in our own lives. The places where we focus on those things that breathe life-enriching, life-sustaining vibrancy back into us. The place where an absence of conflict becomes a blessing of wholeness and peace.
Here are some descriptions of the sections:
~Breathe: Sometimes we need to breathe deeply of our own lives in order to slow down and recover. When we breathe, we allow ourselves to stop and restore a healthy pace of life.
~Dream: We need to remember to dream big dreams, to live our lives in and from abundance. We never give up, we never give in, and we always reach for the impossible.
~Reveal: We are never without an opportunity for a new, fresh revelation of those things that we most need to hear. Whether it is revealed in a dream, a sacred text, or a common daily occurrence, it’s important to be able to listen to what is waiting to be revealed.
~Imagine: We all need to tell our own stories. Someone – Mark Twain possibly? – said “write what you know.” And we desperately need to know our own stories. And while we’re trying to learn them, we may as well share them, in creative and imaginative ways. Each of the posts is grounded in memory, but stylized in order to explore the deeper things of my own life.
I want to hear from you – and I want to inspire you to dream. If I can convince even one of you that you are worthy of your dreams – then I’ve succeeded in every goal that I’ve set for myself.
Welcome to the journey, it’s lovely to have you here!
In my many years of working with people on their spiritual journeys, one objection raises its head over and over again: I don’t have any time!!! I get it. I really get it. After all, before I had a job and a toddler and a business and the responsibilities of a spiritual community and my neighborhood community… Oh. Right. Well, before then, I was normally working 20-30 hours a week while doing either a Masters degree (or the year I was doing 2 Masters at the same time for different schools), or other post-graduate research and...read more
Today is Easter. It feels a bit arbitrarily dated this year, and I almost feel as if I didn’t catch up. I’ve been so caught up in Jewish rhythms this year that my own liturgical rhythms have been a bit more muted. I’m still wrapped up in Purim and deliverance and courage and honor – and so my reflection on Resurrection feels so different this year. We went to church, and it was so uplifting and fun. My “mom” up here in Canada is a pastor of a dynamic little congregation, and like many other evenings with...read more
Well, it seems like grief is going to be my subject of choice for a little while. I missed February and March, and now, here in April, I’m circling back to the subject. I was listening to a podcast today, by Ben Katt (you can find it here: The RePLACING CHURCH Podcast), on having permission to grieve. Some of what he says is similar to what I’ve been saying for years: that we as a people – Western, individualized, bootstrapping (and particularly Christian) people – have rejected grief as an emotion of weakness and of...read more
Today, I would have texted her. I would have told her I loved her. I would have laughed about whatever shenanigans she was up to. And this year, I would have loved to hear about how she’s enjoying being a mommy. How her little girl is growing so quickly, and how she’s figuring out work-life balance – because I know she would have kept her science career alive and vibrant. I would have reminded her that the world was a better place because she was born, and that she not only was destined for great things, but was already...read more
This is cross-posted to www.eastsideexperiment.com – our local community expression that we’re experimenting with. We’ll be discussing it in person on Sunday morning if you’re local and interested! It’s the season of Advent. A season of expectation and waiting. In the ancient text about Jesus written by Luke, we have two songs of expectation. One from a young woman, and another from an old man, both glorifying God for His goodness, His restoration, His power. But imagine if you will, the voices of these two...read more
World events in the last few weeks have given me cause to wonder. In both positive and negative ways. I’m naturally a reflective person, so any time events happen, my heart turns to mulling over ideas and trying to understand. It’s been heartbreaking to see the response to attacks of terror, especially from those who label themselves Christ-followers or Christians. The response of fear, hatred, anger and venom have reflected something that is very Anti-Christ. It’s completely against the Good News that we are supposed to...read more
Today is November 2, one day after Samhaim. Samhaim is a festival celebrated by the Celts that signifies the end of summer and the beginning of winter. It signals the storing up of a rich harvest and the preparation for a long journey into the encroaching darkness. We’ve dressed it up all funny with Halloween. It’s lost so much of its significance. I’m not a Celt, although my heritage is wrapped up in the Emerald Isle. I’m not a pagan, and so, the celebration of the holiday is a bit different for me. Did I mention...read more
Once again, husband and I are entering a season of transition. It seems to be a regular thing for us, so I wonder whether or not I can even call it “again” – or if I should just call it “still.” We have been with friends here in Seattle, but now that time is drawing to a close, and we are caught in a little bit of limbo. It’s about timing right now. It’s time for us to leave, but then there are others we’re praying about being in community with, but the timing isn’t quite right....read more
It’s been almost a year since my last post. Not for lack of thoughts or things to say. But it’s been almost a year since I’ve had a moment to myself, to sit and reflect consciously on my life – and the things I care about. In May of 2014, I welcomed a little girl into my world who has challenged, stretched, delighted, and changed me. And she’s also been teaching me – all over again – how life works. The way I used to do things doesn’t work anymore…read more
<begin soapbox and mild theological reflection – please feel free to ignore> I normally try to remain silent on most political issues, but having now read SB1062 from AZ, I’m actually more concerned about the bill and its ramifications. The wording of it is far too vague, leaving numerous openings for the state to *have* to come in to define religious practice. I really don’t want the state to define those practices. Knowing, also, that the concern had to do with bakers in CO & OR (and a photographer in NM) being...read more