Lent Diary: The Wilderness of My Spiritual Doubts (Day 3)

I. In The Wilderness of My Spiritual Doubts The pull on the soul between belief and disbelief has been the root of much of my spiritual doubt; that I cannot prove my faith, even to myself. This frequent disbelief and self-hatred are two among the many causes for me to hesitate to share my faith…

Lent Diary: The Mundane, A Holy Awareness, Our body, and Jesus

My first Lenten post is here. These are the indiscriminate observations from days one and two.  Often, I allow dailiness of life to flood in, the tyranny of the urgent family agenda turning me half brain-dead.  Just do the next thing, if grumpily. In The Sign of Jonas, Merton says:  “I ought to know, by now,…

An Extended Awareness: Some Thoughts on Lent

I. I didn’t grow up observing Lent.  Perhaps this is your story too. Over time I have come to believe that Lent is an extended awareness and a reminder that life isn’t only about Me and Mine. The word Lent is old English meaning to lengthen. It comes in the spring as the days begin to stretch and…

I BELIEVE, HELP!

I cannot see the future. That’s what makes today hard faith, not constructs, conjecture or speculation. This is faith in the Present Personal God. And the unknown, unwritten, unlived days ahead, and today a (not so) Simple Practice. Today I have my need, absurdly. My inability to hope beyond a millisecond, my fear, my lack…

{Life and Death in 25 Lines}

His homework was to write a poem. Tell us a childhood memory. He wrote, The Week my Grandpa Died in 25 lines. Over two sautéing onions, tears.  I’m choking on them and the meat and spices, Mom, is this too hard? Mom, do you need a hug? Mom, I need to give you a hug he says coming…

Lent: My Agenda or God’s?

I am looking to Lent as a way to make space. In our cluttered congested lives we have no space for God. Then we act almost indignant that he won’t speak (I’m talking to myself here.)  So often I have an agenda with God and even in the practicing of Lent.  I can’t hear what…

Uncluttered, Exposed and Present: Touching the Unknown (a poem)

I carried so much hurt a world of injury, so much so that often I couldn’t breathe. my chest ached of it. I couldn’t hear the spirit, blowing windy about me. wouldn’t heal, my open sores were evident to all. I      had      no      space left inside for the mystical, Holy…

Perfect Practice (A poem about Lent)

Practicing lent sounds slick. My gift, heart-full-of-pride. My rituals, my restriction, my sacrifice. Then I throw out my arms, open-handed. Looking up, giving up. Let go, let up. Incarnate, the One who comes have me. I let go, practicing lent.

To Lent or not to Lent, that is the Question

After spending the evening watching the Grammys and tweeting my snarky thoughts, last night my dreams were in Tweet format.  Needless to say it was a long night. And when I woke this morning I was more than a little disturbed by it. I got to thinking about technology’s power in my life. Earlier this week, I…

Under Construction

I’m slightly impulsive sometimes.  Although I have been thinking about a new look around here @ logic and imagination and for months I have fiddled with it in my mind it was not until today had the balls to push the button and SWITCH!  I just did it and then I couldn’t switch it back…

On Complaining and Criticizing, Part 2

[This is a follow-up to On Complaining and Criticizing, part 1.] On Feb 17th, 2011 I decided I was going to stop.  Stop contributing to the negativity in our culture.  Stop verbalizing my negative thoughts about people. And criticising and not affirming or building up others.  And perhaps become a more positive person. So far,…