Saturday, October 12, 2013

Women Friends


On Monday I ran where I had not been
To find the walking route for your visit
This week has been as many
Work and worry
Writing and teaching
Emptying my pitcher
Serving and caring
Listening and attending

I was looking forward to our walk
Friday I allow space for me but
You are sick and so we will walk another week
Most times I don’t mind
Even enjoy
The time alone with the autumn leaves
The chilly air and expanse of cars and city
I can think better when moving and sweating

Not today
Today I am just lonely
I was looking forward to our talk
Of men, children,
Of spiritual things and testimony
Our womanly joys and disappointments
Our personal and tender concerns
Stories of the past and new challenges
The laughter and tears and of course
The exercise

 

Instead I write this poem
Sad to miss our time
Grateful for your friendship and
Your example
What I learn from you
How our time energizes and relaxes me
Get well my friend

 

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Sabbath Running


There is little guilt about running on Sunday
Somehow movement connects to spirit
When stillness does not
To have inspiration, sweat, ground and sky are needed

Where to run though
No longer the short path to the hill
With its expanse of prairie, city scape and mountain
No tiny flowers to notice on well-worn paths

Will I learn to love the river and
Feel the same closeness to energy
On paved paths carefully mapped out
 
Will I find a new love of forest and valley
Or need instead to forget the sense of connection
To the earth
Can I find heaven close in this new landscape

Faith and being present in the moment
Counting blessings not losses
Is a daily effort
Perhaps soon a habit 

Forging new paths  in my head and heart
While my feet explore new trails

Sunday, August 11, 2013

How Hard Can it Be?


How hard can it be
To assemble a simple gingerbread house?
I made the pieces myself
They are crooked and too thick
I can see that looking at other mothers’
But there is royal icing,
A trusty popsicle stick for spreading
Candies for decorating
It will soon be done
A simple activity for kindergarten

How hard can it be?
Harder than you think
Clumsy hands, too heavy walls
I am shaky and confused
I look around
All the other houses are standing
Only my child is feeling the pain of continuous collapse

 What do I do?
 I am without hope in my own resources
My artist friend comes to my rescue
With skillful, steady hands
She places buttress sticks inside
Invisible but strong enough to keep the walls from falling in
Is it cheating?
Perhaps, but we are saved
Life is good again
 
Today I am that cookie house
My walls are collapsing
My strength is buckling
Under the strain of work and change
The endless to dos, staying positive
Laughing, shrugging off the loss,
The giving away
The finality of so many things
 
How do you say goodbye to something dear
A piece of yourself everyday?
The little things and not so little things
How do you keep pushing forward
How do you say goodbye to your life and your past
How do you say goodbye to a brother
Friend and teacher
Always bigger, always strong
How do you do that when
There are boxes to pack and trucks to arrange
 
How do you say goodbye to the beloved hill
With her flowers and sunrises and inspiration
The peace that renewed my strength so many hard days
How do you when carpets and kitchens
Must be cleaned for new owners
 
Why, when it makes sense
Do I sob when the men take the piano away?
How do I say goodbye to the hours of music
And testimony and sharing and fun
How when it was in my life since my beginning
 
Gone are pictures, lovingly made first quilts
Costumes and rackets,
Skis and pots my Father gave me
Books and articles
Artifacts of thoughts and past concerns
All me and my life
What was once but not now

My buttress of optimism
The resolve to do this right
To be strong for others
Is weak today
Where is my artist friend to rescue me
With just the right support, unseen but strong
The Master of Galilee is close I know
How do I find him?
It turns out he is just a musical prayer away
Thank-you Rob Gardner

Remembering and Testimony


I have for many years been mystified by how people can once have a testimony of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ and then supposedly lose it. People say, “well they must not have had a testimony in the first place” but I don’t believe that is true.  For my own self, I want to be sure that I remain true and faithful to what I know.  I want to be able to weather the storms of life, the darts of the adversary and my own personal failings and temptations.   

Perhaps how our brains work holds something of the answer to this forgetting.  Yesterday on CBC on “Quirks and Quarks” a question was asked about memory.  The question was whether when we remember something, we are remembering the original experience or whether we are remembering the remembering.  We do in fact remember the memory not the original experience.  Like a computer we make new versions of experience as we remember .  The interesting thing is that the memory is influenced by  what we are thinking at the time we are in the remembering process.  The context of how we are and what we are thinking about when we remember overlays itself on our memory of the original experience.  That means that depending on what is happening to us in the current context, our memory of the past can change or be changed by our current experience.  In relation to testimony, if we are in a state of doubt when we think about a spiritual experience in the past, that memory can be affected by our current doubt.

It turns out then that the ability to remember what we know is a key aspect of maintaining a testimony. Perhaps that is why the Lord uses this word so frequently in the scriptures.  In Mosiah  4:30 King Benjamin says “But this much I can tell you, that if you do not watch yourselves and your thoughts, and your words, and your deeds, and observe the commandments of God, and continue in the faith of what ye have heard concerning the coming of our Lord, even unto the end of your lives, ye must perish.  And now, O man, remember,  and perish not.”  So when challenges and adversity come, as they will, it is important to remember, truly remember, what we have known and experienced that have built our testimony. 

The purpose of this life is to gain experience and through wise choices gain wisdom, becoming perfected like our Heavenly Parents.  If we are raised in the gospel as I was, we learn about spiritual practices such as prayer and scripture reading, church attendance and service.  We learn how to do these things and by both explicit and implicit (i.e. example) teaching  we have the opportunity to learn the importance of these spiritual practices.

 As we grow older, we take upon ourselves sacred commitments and make promises to the Lord that we have come to know, in the temple. With integrity, we try our best to keep these covenants, thinking deeply about gospel principles and giving ourselves to the service of others.  As we gain experience praying, fasting, not just reading but studying the scriptures, attending years of church meetings and giving service through hard times, we learn to love and come to deeper understandings about the gospel of Jesus Christ.   This experience over time develops into a testimony of the truth of individual principles and of the gospel in its entirety. 

The more we discipline ourselves with these practices, the  more sensitive we become to the Spirit and more able to discern light and truth  The more we experience of light and truth the more we are learn from our experience and  the deeper our testimony becomes. The more we come to understand our daily need for the love, mercy and atonement of Jesus Christ. We learn to overlook the failings of others and in the organization of the church.   This process that begins in our youth as simple instruction and rote obedience, as adults has us make choices to continue this spiritual learning and then to remember what we have learned.  We can become through this process wise as to the things of the spirit. 

As adults we must continue in this spiritual discipline.  Like physical fitness, we much persevere and continue in this practice to maintain our spiritual strength.  Just as physical fitness can be lost, spiritual sensitivity can also be lost through inattention, through participating in activities and exposing ourselves to experiences that take our focus from that which is spiritual.  These are many and varied.  The temptations are real and powerful:  money, career, sex, drugs, alcohol, feminism, activism and intellectualism.  There are too many to list and their power is personal and individual.   Each of us may respond and be tempted to different degreees but in our world these detractors are constant and pernicious.

If the research in how we remember is true, then what we are choosing to do today in relation to spiritual discipline can in fact have us forget what we once knew.  Our current doubt can have us change our past confidence.  This explains how people can begin to tell different stories about their testimony and about what they once knew. It becomes easier to say that they never knew it was true.  This is hard and painful and has me reflect on what I know and have learned.  It encourages me to rehearse often in times of both strength and weakness what my past experiences have meant, what I know to be true to be sure that I remember and do not lose the spiritual wisdom and light that I now have.

I have experienced the direction of the Spirit in both the mundane i.e. where is the wallet, to the incredibly important i.e. who should I marry and if and when I should I have a child.  I have felt the comfort in my darkest saddest times that there is eternal life and those that I love that have departed are yet alive and know and care for me.  I have felt the strength that comes from depending on the Lord through hard times, hard physical and emotional.  I have been able to do more with this strengthening than I could ever have imagined doing on my own. 

I have seen the transformation that comes in lives and families when gospel covenants are made and kept. I have seen the pain and suffering that follows when they are not. I have seen the power, strength and wisdom that comes to women who have given their lives to gospel and family service.  I have seen the unselfish softening and humility that comes to men who have kept the oath and covenant of the priesthood.  I have felt the joy of repentance and the sweet forgiveness of the Saviour and know that this is real.      

I am grateful for the heritage of faith and testimony and church membership at have. I am grateful for the choices that my progenitors made at great personal sacrifice to join and stay true to this gospel and this church.  Just as they knew that there was a prophet and the true religion had been restored so do I know that we have a prophet.  And, in spite of the failings of individuals and the every changing world context, this is the true religion and only true church. I am grateful for this knowledge.  As my sisters both said to me on different occasions, I will not allow any person or experience to have me deny what I know, to sever in any way my association with this church, its members and to leave.  I will not let down those who came before me by treating it with lightness.  I will not disappoint those whose sacrifice was great, by becoming discouraged with my imperfections or because of any other trial no matter how great.  This is what I want to remember and do remember.   

Monday, April 8, 2013


This week-end was General Conference.  In spite of all the busy-ness and stress of buying and selling houses, it was an opportunity to listen to wise counsel and reflect on principles of wisdom and truth.  So many of the talks centred on faith, hope and charity.  It was wonderful.  The experience reminded me of my idea to put this Primary children’s song on my blog.  I love singing this song oftn tears stream down my face as I do.  It is a better song than a poem and unfortunately there is no music with this.    It does say very simply, however,  how I feel about the testimony of Jesus Christ that I have and the covenants and commitments I have made because of this testimony.  It was written by Janice Kapp Perry.

I’ll Follow Him in Faith



The Lord has blessed me with gospel truth.
I have learned His ways in my early youth.
I will share my light for I know it’s right
To testify of Him.
The Lord has blessed me with simple faith.
If I pray for help,
He will give me strength.
I will do his work.
I will gladly serve.
I’ll follow Him in faith.

 The Lord has blessed me to feel His love.
I have felt His promptings and learned to trust.
So in all I do,
I’ll be faithful to
The things I know are true.
The Lord has blessed me in many ways.
With a thankful heart
I will sing His praise.
I will raise my voice and proclaim my choice
To follow Him in faith.
He has shown the way, and through all my days,
I’ll follow Him in faith.

 

Sunday, March 24, 2013

El Paso to Houston


We are gaining speed
 I wait for the second it happens
The familiar pull, the drag, the weightless lift
We are up
The earth expands and shrinks
I can see more and less
Is the world more or less clear
From up here?
Do I know more about this city
Because I can see it from above?
Or
Is the truth in
The sand the cactus or the wind
The grit and heat of the desert?

Detached I watch the mountains
Ripple against the plain
The roads winding between endless horizons
I wonder
Who and what is down there?
What is it like to be there?
In that world?
Two feet on that land?

 The moment comes when we
Begin our return to earth
The engines cut power and
Measured descent begins
In the clouds we are tossed
By unseen currents
Flying blind through the clouds
Faith and instruments guiding us
 
Suddenly the clouds open
The world is green
Lush trees and water
A wet and foggy world
So far from the dryness of desert
We straighten ourselves and wait
Anticipate the transition that is landing
We have arrived  
But not yet home

Sunday, March 17, 2013

HIKING IN THE ARIZONA SUN


Hiking in the sun is
Less than fun
But it is instructive
The dangers controlled with
Sleeves, hat, water and sun screen
Special shoes to keep feet firmly on the trail
It’s the length of the challenge
A marathon of finishing
I start, hopeful
Imagining myself an explorer
A naturalist, a women of the wild
But soon my mind asks
How long?
When will it be over?

 It’s not something I admit
How could I?
Hiking is so virtuous
Environmental  and healthy
But fun?
Not  exactly
Too much vigilance is required
Rocks to trip
Vicious cactus to scratch and draw blood
Keep eyes and thoughts down
On the ground
Focused and concentrating
For long, very long minutes

There is the conversation
Challenged by single file
The questions, comments and musings
About topography, geology and botony
The best is the philosophical reflection
The exploration of the constant metaphors
About life
Taking wrong paths
Not reading the signs
Tempted by less travelled trails
Unmarked by wisdom
Perhaps travelled by fools
There is failing to look up
Fixated on the path
Too intent on avoiding risk
To see the beauty of the panorama
The sky, the vista and possibilities
Perhaps losing faith in finishing
Famished by the load
Dried by the sun
Exhausted by the climb
Losing joy in the journey
Wanting only the end 

Finally it does end
Back to the parking lot
And the question
How was it for you?
Did you like it?
And the response?
Of course
Ya it was great!
What trail should we try next?

Saturday, February 23, 2013

CHANGE AND TRANSITION


A lot has changed recently in my life.  It has become clear to me that these recent changes are in fact a part of something that has been happening for some time. Change is after all on going in a life and is normal.    I have not, however, been truly conscious of what has been a transformational and systemic change.  I have viewed events separately but have not been unable to process these as parts of a whole picture.  To use a tired but useful metaphor, I have been in the trees unable to see the forest.    

This process has been an emotional one.  As one woman in a critical thinking course observed, it is difficult to understand the meaning of an experience on an intellectual level before fully experiencing and describing the impact on an emotional level.  Analyzing feeling can be a way into understanding meaning.  Whether this is everyone’s process, it has been mine and it has not been pleasant. 

Perhaps because of Christmas or because it is time, I have done a great deal of reflection in the last month about my feelings and the experiences that have precipitated them.  I have come to some understanding of what recent changes have meant to me.  I am now able to analyze and make sense of my experiences in a more helpful way, helpful at least to me.  But as Nora Ephron in “Heart burn” wrote (and I paraphrase) “It is my story and I get to tell it the way I want.”  I will frame my thoughts and make sense of what I am experiencing, in light of theory about change and transition and also systems dynamics.  I teach this theory to people in organizations to help them make sense of and take action during times of organizational change. I have found this theory helpful for me to make sense of my personal change within the context of my family system. 

 First some definitions.  Change is about what is happening that is different – the new situation.    In light of a family, it is about the last child leaving for school, marriages, grandchildren, and the physical changes that come with aging. When I consider this concept, these changes have been ongoing. There is always change in our lives.  Just as a caterpillar changes to a butterfly, this change is unstoppable and continuous.  We are born and we change and die.  Although change is sometimes dramtic, it most often gradual and cumulative.  This “accumulation” can have tipping points where endings are obvious and intense, like falling over a precipice.

 Although it is clear that the changes in my family have occurred over a period of almost 14 years.   Five children have married bringing new people into the family, spouses and children.  They have moved away, some very far away.    After 38 years of children in my house, my last child has left.  I have turned 60 and am experiencing a reduction in physical capability.  These events have created a tipping point for me now.  Individual events have accumulated and have brought me to a precipice. Change can and has created a personal crisis for me and this has affected those around me.

 Although change is normal, there are always losses and there is also the possibility of renewal.  What is familiar is changed and relationships are challenged.    It is helpful to be intentional about understanding and increasing one’s awareness.  Using theory and language that puts experiences into a broader context and perspective, possibilities emerge that can help to depersonalize events, reduce emotion, and encourage learning.  It is important to understand what has changed.  It is also important to understand the impact of the change.  That brings me to the next concept, transition.   

 Transition is the psychological process that people grow through as they adjust to their changed situation.  Transition occurs at different rates for different people as they make sense of what the change means for them.  People can move through transition with a minimum of pain depending on the circumstances.  Or, the pain can be overwhelming and they can become stuck and fail to fully adjust to the change at all.  There are three stages that are predictable and standard and these stages begin paradoxically with endings.  Endings are fraught with pain and loss and grieving. The second stage is a neutral zone where although it is clear that there has been an ending, the new beginning which is the last stage, is not yet clear or able to be accepted.   The final stage is the new beginning where the renewal occurs and change is fully understood and embraced. 

 Transition, our adjustment always lags behind the change.  The “new beginning” which is the last stage of transition is in fact the acceptance of the change that has already occurred or been introduced.    Depending on a variety of factors resident in the context of a situation and the person, transition can be more or less painful and can happen slowly or quickly.  My purpose in writing this is to facilitate the speed of my own transition.  I hope as well that it may be helpful for others who may read this blog.  

 There are always losses associated with change, even when the changes are positive.   These occur and are experienced in the “ending” stage.  When one marries it is wonderful, but there are losses of freedom   and shifts in personal and individual identity as new roles are explored and adopted.  Endings bring grieving responses that are similar to those experienced when someone dies.    The deeper and more personal the change, i.e. one that affects personal values, beliefs, assumptions and world view, the greater the loss and the more difficult it is to transition to the new beginning.  The stages of loss include:

·         Denial – An initial rejection of the change as not possible.  “That won’t happen to me or us…”

·         Anger – This can be directed, misdirected or undirected and is expressed and or turned inward depending on the personal style.

·         Bargaining – This included unrealistic attempts to get out of the situation, strike a deal, make big promises and try to negotiate the change away. 

·         Anxiety – Again depending on the style, this is silent or expressed fear, nervousness, or negativity.

·         Disorientation – This can include such behaviours as forgetfulness, losing things, and making mistakes.

·         Depression –This is a very frequent and often a long standing reaction.  This can be manifest as fatigue, low energy, withdrawal, short temper, crying, unwillingness to try anything new, and negativity.  

 These reactions are not necessarily sequential but can occur somewhat randomly and in response to particular events for example, family gatherings, holidays etc.  About endings, transition theory (i.e. William Bridges) says to expect and accept the signs of grieving because they will occur. In this three to fourteen year transition I have experienced and demonstrated all of these reactions, every one.   It has been terrible for me on a personal level because these responses are not consistent with my sense of self and identity or my personal values. These reactions were and are surprising to myself and others.   They have been confusing, disheartening and destructive to me and my relationships within my family.  This article and the one that follows is my exploration of the factors that have made this period of endings just so very difficult.

 The neutral zone is characterized by anxiety, confusion, ambiguity, frustration, mixed signals, and anticipation.  It is important not to force decisions about how to act or be and to the try to “fix problems” too quickly.  With significant change there are a lot of things to figure out and much has to be temporary as the change and how it will work is figured out.  Redefining it in a positive light, creating temporary systems, strengthening relationships and being creative are all important.  

 Transition is easier when the end is known.  When a new house is purchased or a move is made, there is clarity of what must be different – new schools, doctors, friends etc. This kind of change can be planned.   There are things to be decided and adjusted to but what is needed is clear and can be managed like a project.  Outcomes can be defined, actions planned and there is a sense of control.  In transformational change, the end is not known and therefore the plan of action is not clear. 

Transformation cannot be planned.  It must be facilitated as exploration is required rather than movement to a defined outcome.  Decisions are often best guesses, improvisations that work or don’t.  This is a very difficult process in an organization and no easier on a personal level.  I am in the midst of transformational change.  The end is not clear for me and perhaps at my stage of life won’t ever be.  I don’t know how my life will unfold and there is no “project planning” that can be applied to figure this out. For a person, like myself, who has always been goal oriented and intentional about achieving defined outcomes this is particularly challenging.  It is challenging for others as behaviour may be unpredictable. 

Transformational change can be supported when it is understood within a larger perspective.  Since the end is not known, to understand how to explore and test possibilities the whole map of the present world is needed.  One doesn’t know where one is going to, but it is helpful to know where one is now.   This requires systems thinking.  I will use systems theory to explore and understand this personal transformation by considering the system in which I live.  In my case, because of my value system and life choices, family is of particular importance both in understanding both my change and my transition.

A system has parts and the parts have interrelationships.  A change in one part of a system affects the other parts of the system as it operates.  There are forces at work in these inter-relationships and in system dynamics terms, parts of the system can experience “ripple effects” as there is change.  Change in one part of the system affects the other parts of the system through these “ripple effects”.    In a family for example, a marriage affects everyone in the system, not just the individual marrying.  All family relationships are affected.  Although some of these “ripple effects” are predictable, most are not.  For example, behaviours driven by expectations and values of spouse’s family of origin culture are often surprising, confusing and challenging.  Individuals within the family often struggle to understand, accept and integrate these differences in behaviour.  The bigger the change or in this case difference in behaviour, the larger the “waves” through the system.   What activities are engaged in, what food is eaten, what topics of conversation deemed acceptable, are changes that impact the entire system and in turn affect both the new and the existing relationships. 

 Because of the interrelationships between the parts of the system, individuals in a family for example, all behavior is linked.  How one individual responds affects another, creating a dynamic or driving force.  This dynamic can be both helpful and unhelpful.  What is important to consider is that because everything is connected, related and constantly impacting other parts of the system, there can be no blame on any one part.  No one person or part is the problem.  If there is a problem it is a system problem.   Any problem has multiple contributing factors as every part impacts the whole.  This is important to me because, I have frequently felt blamed and increasingly have felt labeled as a problem.  There is no individual solution either.   Solutions must be considered systemically.  A system cannot be “fixed” by “fixing” one part, the entire system must be considered.  Individual change must be mindfully considered as it affects the system. 
From my recent experiences, I can conclude that I am mostly  in the neutral zone although family gatherings may still stimulate an endings response.   I have fully recognized what has ended and what it means to me.  I have now however figured out what replaces what has ended.   Both my present and my future are ambiguous. For me everything is up for scrutiny and analysis.  I am in the process of redesigning my life, what I do and what I expect from myself and others.  This is both deep and personal and will undoubtedly have impacts on others close to me, some more than others.  I can hope for but not necessarily expect support and understanding from others in the system. With mindfulness on my part this too can hopefully be managed.
  My life’s work has been dedicated to helping others make sense of their experiences rationally.  Through increased awareness that theory and reflection brings I have endeavoured to enable intentional action to improve life and relationships.  This entry has provided the framework for my thinking about my personal change.   The subsequent blog entries will explore issues related more specifically to this transformation and explore and document what I have and will continue to learn through this process.   
 

Sunday, February 17, 2013

After the Social


After the social
There are no rides for me
Perhaps no one thinks of how I came
Alone, without parents
Or maybe it’s that I’m Mormon
That no one offers
 It feels like that

I love to go
To be there with my friends
Laughing at jokes of farming
Singing old fashioned songs
A part of the community
Where I live

 Its dark very dark
Walking home alone
The gravel lumpy under my feet
I’ve done this before
The moon and stars are good for light
Crickets and my singing for company

Tonight is different
No moon
Only clouded stars
I want to be in the light
Safe in my house
Warm in my home

It’s just a little ways
A straight road
No turns, no shady bushes
For feeding dark imaginings 
Just the road I always walk
I tell myself
                       
Now the ditch to cross
With dark shadows of willow trees and
The lights of the house
My reason guides my search
I feel the difference that is the path
Grass , brushing my legs,
Directs my teetering steps
Down into the barrow pit
Then up, then down to the ditch

 It’s darker here
Black between the bushes
I can see nothing now
Nothing
How to walk the board over the
Cold unfriendly flow?
Not trusting my balance without sight
I feel the way across
Crouching, inching sideways with
Hands and feet grasping the board
Fear intensifying as I imagine
Falling into the inky abyss that is the ditch

Petrified
 I reach the other side and climb the bank
The path, now porch lighted
 Lets me run
Freed with seeing but
Pursued by terrors now released
I reach the door
Safe inside
I am breathless from my fear

 I stop to gather my self
Embarrassed by my hurrying
My loss of faith and courage
Was is silly to feel that way
Or silly to walk alone in the dark?
I do not know
But now
I am grateful for the light
Thankful for its redeeming power
 “You are home” my Mother calls
“Yes,” I reply, “I am home”

 

Sunday, February 3, 2013

WHAT IS IT?


What is it about running in the cold
That is so wonderful
I mean really cold
Twenty five below zero cold.
Is it dressing head to toe in wool
Wearing the sweater that
Makes me flashy hot indoors and
Here feels cozy and smart
Is it the childish pretend of artic exploring
Feeling the wind bite the small sliver of face left naked
Joyfully watching the wind whip snow over ice
Perhaps it’s the Icelandic blood
Genetic belonging to the ice and snow
Hating the heat and sun of summer
Perhaps the wind swept solitude of the deserted street
No other runner in the dark and cold
Physical and raw and real
The wind at my back carries me down the street
Around the corner against the wind
I fight to keep my head up
Determined to persevere and finish
An escape from warmth and ease
Adversity and struggle
Testing resolve and courage
Against the raw strength of winter
With wise preparation triumphant
A metaphor of life
Lived in just thirty minutes

 

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Standing Naked


The Russian hitter
Tall muscled power
Confident, relaxed
Easy strength
The intensity of the game over
Just a conversation in the locker room
 Uniform cast aside
Unconcerned with the admiration
``My autograph?
Of course”


Tight, tired
Everything binding
Anxiety inside and out
Can’t wait to rid myself of
The cover and pretense
The worry of being something
Other than what I am
All off, free, just skin
Alone, my body honest
Relaxed in my imperfection
Artifice gone


Another time of Light
Before you now
I have waited for this
Prepared and hopeful
All my life, wondering
How to account
Now there are no words
I am spiritually naked before You
You see me
Knowing all
You have always known
And yet there is no judgement 
I am perfected in my imperfection
By Your love and mercy
Acceptance and grace
All for me is
Gratitude and peace
I am home
 

Sunday, January 20, 2013

My One Word Life


Feed, pet, saddle, ride
Throw, hit, jump, run
Straiten, tidy, clean, wash
Pretend, tell, direct, create
Practice, show, sing, perform
Ponder, pray, fast, covenant
Read, think, study, wish
Master, design, contract, speak
Try, fail, ask, succeed
Dialogue, analyze, advise, facilitate
Laugh, tease , flirt, be friends
Stroke, caress, kiss, release
Birth, feed, rock, love
Teach, play, watch, serve
Like, love, wish, want
Loan, give, help, coach
Offend, plead, cry, misunderstand
Talk, hurt, question, wonder,
Decide, retreat, stop, wait
Heal, change, grow, leave

 

Monday, January 14, 2013

Learning to Swim



Grown-ups swim in canals
They are deep and fast  
With swirling white water and
The possibility of undertow
That can grab and
Spit you out unpredictably
Into shallow water or endless whirlpool

The only way to get there is in a car
Bare legs sticking to the vinyl
In the back seat
Bumping over the cow path road
Glad big brother said yes
Suffering the teases that are
Payment for the ride and the lifeguarding

Ditches with drop boxes are for kids
They’re easy and fun
Just slippery mossy slides to shallow water
Sandy bottoms and warm water pooling by the banks
Hanging on the crossbars
Body pounded and tossed by the rushing water
Hot sun, best friend and giggly fun
No danger or need for grownup watching
The canal seems dangerous
But  its not really swimming
Just hold your breath and
Jump in the centre where the current is deep and fast
A short minute of fun and you’re in the shallow
Nothing to do but scramble up the bank
Dodge thistles and jump in again
And again and again
You can jump beside the white water
Out of the current
Into an inky whirlpool
Seems safe treading water
Floating around and around
In the dark shadow of the canal wall
Food for mosquitos and leeches
It’s all pretend swimming
The water pushing
First fast then
Gently slow in the shallow
Boring and safe
An illusion of competence and control
You can brave the centre
Try going against the current
Waves of bubbles in your face
Fighting to breathe
Closing your eyes
Using all your strength
Stuck then slipping back
Going nowhere
If you really want to swim
You have to go to a pool
Measured strokes and rhythmic breathing
Making your own waves and bubbles
Working, figuring how to go the distance
Endless practice
Better to have someone teach you
Than figure it out on your own
On your own
You can never get it right
Going back and forth
Always hard, always slow
Persevering but never better
An illusion of strength
Endlessly caught in a circle of incompetence
Pride and failure
Stuck like swimming upstream