Monday, June 18, 2012

Swimming the Deeps

sorry for my silence over the past 2 months, but...


I’ve been swimming the deeps
        of soul
with all the mysteries that await
        in the pressing green darkness
Enclosed and caressed
        by the surging current
Drawn down into the swirling murkiness
Reaching out-reaching in-searching
        for  -  the unnameable
                          unknowable
                          who am i how am i why am i
                          who are you
                          what is love what is God what is good
                          ?
 
Shafts of sunlight illumine the life around me
The waters churn-contract-expand
                        and me with them
        insistent in a slow soft-edged way
        demanding something more of me…
 
Yes I’ve been swimming the deeps
        captivating deeps of soul
But I must learn to use my feet again
        come up for air
And breathe into my humanness.


PS - today i took my leave of Holy Hill.  i will write a reflection on this one of these days.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

an easter poem

(this poem has been gestating since it was originally conceived in February, and i think today would be an appropriate day to share it!  despite any imperfections that may remain.  critiques are welcome via email...)

lilting through an afternoon sunspell
tripping over myself with joy
i press my hands
against my breast
in fear that my heart
may else come tumbling out

if I let go...
no longer could i call my heart
"mine"...

-is that what it means
 to die of love?

-it would be annihilated
by that ultimate
ever-living
Holy Fire.


-it would disintegrate
into innumerable shining flecks
burrowing into the earth
rising on the song of a sparrow
whirling in the wind
sprinkling stardust wherever it passed
enlivening all it touched
  
and I would be
-resurrected!


but hasn't this happened 
already?


these feeble human hands
in their pathetic embrace of this
fractured human heart
            -which is even now seeping out through every pore in my body!
haven’t a self-preserving chance 
in the presence of this
infinite
ever-loving God.

Monday, February 6, 2012

my anniversary

One year ago, on just such a misty day as this, I stepped off the plane onto Irish soil for the first time and my eyes first encountered the elegant Scots pine, the graceful snowdrop, the fierce gorse bush.

I was filled with such ambition, adventure, expectation...I was approaching my upcoming experiences almost like a research project - I was going to learn darn-dungit!  Learn communication and conflict resolution skills, learn more about my own gifts, interests, spirituality, gathering information to help me with my vocational discernment.

Never would I have imagined that I would still be here a year later - and at a monastery no less!  I did not expect to end up living at Holy Hill for 3 months (much less 7!).  I did not expect to end  up doing such huge spiritual discernment.  I was interested in practical discernment!

And yet, here I am.  Still not knowing where life will take me next, but so much more sure of who I want to be, both apprehensive and excited to see how this journey will unfold...

God is impossible to predict.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

risking winter

After what has been (apparently) an unseasonably warm winter in Ireland (especially compared with the previous two years!), and all sorts of exclamations and excited over the first noticeable signs of spring (lambs!, noisy birds!1 blooming snowdrops, crocuses, daffodils!), we have just experienced the three coldest days of the season - the coldest since I left 2 newly fallen feet of snow in Boston a year ago!  It was below freezing in the mornings, and the hard frost left the grass white and crunchy all day long in most places.  The rocks in the courtyard fountain are coated with a thick layer of clear ice.  The skies have been sunny and cloudless.  And the sunrises have been incredible.  Here's the second draft of a poem inspired by the weather:
Risking winter
Our winters do not want
to let us go. 
If the spring comes
before its time
it opens itself,
boldly vulnerable,
to winter's clinging
claws. 
but that is the risk we take
when we let our passionate God
love us into life.

Friday, January 20, 2012

stability

A couple of days before Epiphany, during a conversation in the car in which I was talking about not wanting to leave Holy Hill and feeling like there wasn't anything tugging me back home, the question was posed "why don't you just stay for a few more months?"

So I had a talk with Sister Pat to find out what the thinking was behind her proposal.   She made the point, “why leave if you’re happy and growing and you don’t have any reason to leave?”  Her offer was for me to stay for 3 more months and do some more intentional spiritual formation with the community.  She gave me a week to decide.

When the proposal was made, it immediately resonated with me, but there were plenty of resistances in me, too – not the least of which was the idea of having to tell people that I’d changed my plans!  I was also worried that staying here might just be a form of running away from the decisions I’ll have to make about my future because I don’t feel ready to make them yet...(Previously, whenever I thought about leaving, I would get anxious and upset, not just because I was enjoying Holy Hill so much, but also because I felt like I would be leaping into a void, and I was afraid of that.)  On the flip side, I was also nervous about the possibility of getting bored here or feeling like I’m not accomplishing anything practical.

I’ve been reading a little book on the Rule of Benedict by Esther deWall, and she/he said some things about stability that I feel articulates part of the significance for me of choosing to remain here.  By staying in one place, I am “persevering” with the inner journey I have begun here, rather than continuing “this bewildering and exhausting rushing from one thing to another,” “flitting about collecting a ragbag of well-intentioned but half-though-out ideals based on a confused amalgam of some of the more attractive elements in each.” (not quite what I've been doing, but a good point nonetheless).  As a quote I copied from another book I was reading says, “We have to seize the opportunities that lie at hand...Life must not be the span in which we DO many things but LIVE none of them.”  So I am seizing this opportunity and choosing to live it.  I am “hanging on, not running away [from myself, from commitment], sticking it out in the situation in which God has put me, and in the context of these people.”

I’m choosing 3 months of directed spiritual formation, taking the time to explore my questions about faith and about living a holy/whole life, about monasticism and what it is about it that draws me, and what aspects of the rule of life here I might be able to carry with me into my life elsewhere.  I will have support in my discernment of the next steps, and I will get to spend time choosing/singing/playing music for worship, and in the garden, dreaming up a community permaculture project!   

It’s not that I couldn’t go home and find all of these things there as well, but why leave when it’s all right here in front of me already?  Plus, it feels really good to be staying put for a bit longer, rather than moving on again.  By the time I leave I will have been at Holy Hill for almost 7 months, which is the longest I’ve been anywhere since the 7 months I spent at Agape!

I feel a deep sense of peace and joy at being able to take this time here with this community, and I feel like it's one of the most right decisions I've ever made.