Any words I might offer
Would detract from these
Stuck in my soul
Oozing the cure for not caring enough
Wrapping the wounds
In tight bands of open-eyed hope and mercy
With no further ado, here are the words, words I gathered from James Cone in his book The Cross and the Lynching Tree; words I hope will wound and heal in your soul as they have in mine. Grace and peace to you…
This is becoming part of my Easter tradition, reading this. I offer it again, in case this day is killing you with happiness 🙂.
Grace and peace to you…
My New Year’s non-resolution was to get up early enough to have time to write before I start work. You know, like serious writers are supposed to do…if you read all the books…(which I don’t).
I’m doing quite well with Part A – getting up early. For me, this is almost a miracle.
No, it is a miracle.
Part B has been another matter. I thought Part B had to do with this blog and my other blog (piano music) or maybe even a new blog I have in mind. It hasn’t turned out that way.
I’m an introvert whose life is way too busy. One generation before me, one just even with me, and two behind me – that’s a lot of people right there. No way am I missing out on all that fun. No way am I turning into an old codger.
(Codger – haven’t thought of that word in a long time.)
Where does an old potential-codger introvert, surrounded by generations of people, find a little nook in the space-time continuum to put one’s feet up, stare off into the distance, and realize how many muscles are knotted up and pinpoint exactly where they are?
I eat a lot of dried apricots – helps me keep my potassium from going low. (I get mine from Trader Joe’s – by far the best place I know of for dried fruit.) Some are soft and sweet and some are hard and don’t taste like much.
I become the second kind. When I don’t have time to myself. To just be and just do whatever my dried apricot soul feels like being and doing.
That’s what Part B has turned into.
And the surprise I wasn’t expecting:
my soul has been feeling like writing emails to people in those generations around me, connecting with them in new ways about what is going on in their lives;
praying for them much more than I ever had before
(and, alas, for people like Mitch McConnell and Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin, who I don’t even like to include in the same paragraph);
and just thinking about them and letting joy happen.
That’s it. My New Year’s non-resolution, unbeknownst to me and not part of my plan:
Make a little nook of space and time to let joy happen.
Grace and peace to you…
dw
