Monday, March 30, 2015

lent 3





If I stood before you, Jesus, stripped


of accomplishments
of wealth
of nourishment
of power
of security
of health
of intellect
of control
of friends
of family


Then what, Jesus?


I hide so well, my own nakedness frightens me
I study and praise and seek
I toil and pursue and fight


But rest, Jesus, to rest?
To listen, to breathe in the stillness
to trust You are working
before me
behind me
around me
within me
To sacrifice my chaos

For the peace of Who You are.

lent 4





Though I wave palm leaves with the crowd
unsure of what is happening 
but wanting to belong

Though I cheer "hosanna"
believing you are a king of this world
arriving to conquer my foes

Though I cry out "crucify Him" with the mob
when expectations fall short
and my warrior king comes as a lamb

Jesus, today I say “yes”
prostrate in the shadow of the cross
awaiting the mystery of the empty tomb

and the promise of redemption in You.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

lent 2




How easily I forget, Jesus, that without first Your sacrifice,
My love moves from the center of my sin:  my need, my desire, my conditions

Only when I know, fully, Your love
Can I release  my judgement
Against Your Created Ones
And give of myself
out of the abundance of
Your death on the cross

Empty me, that I may overflow
A single act of love
From the Eternal One,  

Who loves us for eternity

Sunday, March 1, 2015

lent 1





I stand before you now, Jesus,
At the edge of the desert within me,
My mind set inward, to my weakest places,
Where I long for love, for relief, for refreshing
Jesus, I stand and meet Your gaze,
Soaking in the intimacy that is born
When deep cries out to deep
And soul greets soul beyond a veil of separation
On this Lenten journey I pray:
Repair my sight with Yours, Jesus,
That I may connect with just one person,
Whether familiar or a stranger,
whether like-minded or opposed,
And meet their gaze as You see me now,
In my weakness, wholly precious to You.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

wizard




though once i loved the scarecrow (that stupid silly scarecrow)
the heartless tin man and even the cowardly lion


i pulled back the curtain to reveal oz for who he is
(just a man no more no less)


i had the power all along


no technicolor fantasy to back me up
with each step i follow my own brick road

Saturday, February 21, 2015

on being a writer: write





“A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.”  EB White

This topic, “write”,  emerges halfway through the 13-week plan I created for the start of my 2015 writing life.  Since this is Chapter 5, I am only a bit behind!  During weeks one and two, the workload at my practice was considerably light, and I had the energy to write every night when I came home from work.  I also wrote about my writing in on a google doc of running dates.  For 8 days.  Then the writing about the writing stopped.  And soon after, my work schedule increased and my daily writing frequency dipped in the other direction. 

This lull in my written output is typical when my business life gets busy. I treat patients almost back-to-back patients for 8-10 hours a day, keep up with the necessary documentation, communications and office needs, and return home at night close to depletion.   I need the evenings to relax and process before I go to sleep.  My words have been spent, albeit wisely, in other efforts during the day.  This can initiate several weeks of silence at the blog before I have a little break and I have the emotional energy to write once again. 

In the past I have accepted this rhythm, but now I want to change that pattern and write through the busy times, too.  I was surprised this past month when I couldn’t stick to my daily plan, thinking I created reasonable goals for myself, though I haven’t fallen as far away from writing as usual. (In 2014, I participated in three online courses through Tweetspeak and published 20 posts total at my blog.  So far in 7 weeks of 2015, I have published 8 posts). I spent time hashing out thoughts on this with my writing partner in our weekly chats, and refined some of my goals and expectations for my writing life through this process.

I am grateful for my writing partner.  It’s given me joy and encouragement to share what I am writing, and the accountability has kept me connected to my plan.  During weeks three and four, a week passed and I didn’t have anything written to discuss, so I chewed on my barriers during our discussion.  Another week went by, and still I had no writing to share.  The start of the fifth week I was motivated to write SOMETHING.  I was stuck on a piece that didn’t seem complete, but before my next online chat, I published it anyway (see “notice”).  Even reading it now there are lines that I would edit, but surrendering perfection allowed me to move forward.

I know that for me to keep writing during these intense phases, I need to have some prompts to work on, whether it’s blogging through a book, refining journal entries and thoughts, or participating with other writer’s/groups prompts.  When blogging through THIS this book, I am provided with guidance to hone my skills, and often have a topic bubbling right at the surface to develop.  I enjoy the notebooks of my notes that I continue to mine.  I have been writing and re-tooling some of these thoughts, even if I don’t publish them at the blog.


Most importantly, this week I have been evaluating how well my goals support the vision for my writing life.  Right now, I am not writing to earn a living, but I am writing because I feel a passion to do so and I want my writing to continuously improve.  The pressure to write daily is actually taxing my motivation to write regularly.  I have decided that each week I will look at my calendar and schedule 3 blocks of time to write that fit flexibly within my composite schedule.  I am going to keep the rest of the goals as I initially established them, and look forward to exploring the next chapters in this second half of my 13 weeks (I can still finish “on time”). 

seaglass




all is not lost if, in parting,  
you release your drowning grasp
and offer the remnants
of love’s creation to the sea


the vessel of your dreams,
though empty, will not perish,
fractured in violent and
reckless transformation,
brokentumbled edges,
smoothly ground,
once whole and held fast,
that vessel resembles 
nothing of its original form


sunglinted seaglass scatters
at the ocean’s edge,
seedlings of hope for new love’s birth





I wrote "seaglass" this week with my friend Nancy Marie Davis on my heart (see her work here), and before I had a chance to share it, she posted the photo above to her timeline. Enjoy our synergy wherever you are in your journey, knowing that it is in the breaking we become beautiful.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4