It’s been over five months since I’ve posted a blog entry. Part of me feels guilty for starting something and not keeping at it like I thought I would or could. I’ve got lots of great excuses for why I haven’t posted: I had to put up my Christmas tree (that covers December, right?) In January, I had to take it down (another month covered!) In February…ok, maybe I don’t have lots of great excuses.
What would it look like if we relied on face-to-face conversations when it came to difficult discussions?
I drove home wondering when we began to see those without homes as those unworthy of justice. Since when are our neighbors only those who live in warm houses? And now that the waters are troubled, when will our spirits be troubled enough that we give up our silence?
Yesterday, I met God on my walk as he sat on a park bench crying. Since then, I haven’t been able to stop looking for answers.
I was the first car of a long line stopped at the railroad crossing. I sat, annoyed that I had not made it across the tracks before the safety arm had descended, blocking my ability to get to the office and the work that awaited me there. Sometimes getting stuck at the tracks allows for me to read a few extra pages of a book or to send a text message to a friend. But then there are the days when the metal-on-metal screaming and screeching is one more nuisance that prevents me from being productive and efficient and on time.
The Soul's Playground
I consider myself a seeker; someone who is always looking to find a different way of living - a way that moves into a deeper creative spirit and welcomes the things that offer a larger picture of the Holy One. I can't help but ask a lot of questions and look for the fun and creative places in life.
In looking for something different in the world and in our lives, it seems that some days are meant for climbing trees and sitting in reflection while other days are made for playing in the sandbox with friends.
Here you will find my questions, my reflections, my greatest hopes - for our community, for the church and for the world. Often, I'll share one of the "soul collages" made while playing in my art room as an image of where God is speaking in my life. I hope that this space will be a place where we can share our tree-sitting reflections and our sandbox conversations. And, I pray that through the community gathered here, our souls will find the playground they need to connect to the creative spirit of God.