Reading Humberto Maturana taught me that love was not a feeling but a state of being, a way of giving attention to life that was creative and nurturing, that was, in and of itself, life-giving. Through Maturana I discovered that love was inherent and fear alien, and that it was possible to be happy inContinue reading “Advent Travels: Behind the Barn”
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Advent Travels: Church Goes with You
What is clear at 4 a.m. is less so as the day goes on. It rained last night; I sat in the darkness and listened. Christmas is coming, plans are being made. I’m tired and I want to rest. In Advent, in prayer, a lot opens up and a lot slips away. I remember ElangoContinue reading “Advent Travels: Church Goes with You”
Advent Travels: Under the Bookish Pedagogy
Often, at night when I am most with Jesus and the Holy Spirit in prayer, I draw the curtains. Privacy, seclusion, minimal distractions. I am not of this world but another. But last night I let the curtains be. The moon was right outside the window, spectral and thin, and I was in the moodContinue reading “Advent Travels: Under the Bookish Pedagogy”
Advent Travels: A Critter in Creation
Briefly. What did you think Love would look like, when at last you realized or remembered it? What did you think oneness with God would feel like? When our fundamental unity with all life is at last revealed, what will it be like to be you? We cannot crave that which we do not knowContinue reading “Advent Travels: A Critter in Creation”
Advent Travels: The World as Eden
In Advent, no warning, the writing become disuptive. I forget that we are not in this together, and that my understanding of the illusion of separate interests cannot by force overcome that illusion in another. Why is this so hard? Over the weekend I read Jane Yolen’s YA history of the Shakers. I have lovedContinue reading “Advent Travels: The World as Eden”
Advent Travels: A Footnote Almost
We put our tree up yesterday. Late Friday, C. drove with our daughters to a farm a couple town north, an old man with a meadow full of scraggly pines. You put twenty bucks in an envelope on the porch and then cut down a tree. It’s a tall tree – at least seven feet.Continue reading “Advent Travels: A Footnote Almost”