“Will you hold the darkness with me this Advent?” was the question I posed to the members of Eremos’ monthly contemplative groups. Something about that invitation struck a chord within people. And when they discovered the invitation was to join me virtually and thus eliminate the stress of driving in Austin traffic, the response was overwhelmingly positive.
Like so many people, I have been wondering how we can all heal once a new president is elected. With such a divided country, some people are going to be disappointed, frustrated, and perhaps disillusioned at a minimum. Others will be excited, hopeful, and ready to celebrate.
Horrendous floods, devastating tornados, blistering fires, violent earthquakes – is Mother Nature raging at all the abuse she has suffered through our lack of compassion for the earth?
How does ‘Mother Earth’ survive the high levels of pollution our factories and automobiles spew into her air? How do her rivers, lakes and oceans survive the waste people so thoughtlessly throw into her waters? How can she breathe when forests are stripped from her soil?
What an amazing gift—to sit and gaze at the beauty and simplicity of a maple tree!
While on vacation, with time and space to be truly available to Spirit, the words of John of the Cross came to me:
Silent music, the murmuring solitude, the supper which revives, and kindles love.
“There is nothing hidden that won’t be revealed” Jesus said to his disciples.
As I look at the violence erupting in our country and our world, we see the Band-Aid of the past 50 years being torn away more each day. Greed, oppression, fear, and inequality once again raise their ‘heads’. Race and religion used as elements of isolation, discrimination, division for power and control have once again been revealed in all their hostility.
Our cities and towns are filled with veterans who have served our country — many returning proud of their service, and many traumatized, injured and struggling to reclaim the life they once knew. Most of these men and women have known fellow soldiers who have lost their lives, returning in flag-draped caskets. And they remember!
I went shopping for a ‘Mother’s Day’ card recently. I wanted to get it in the mail a week early so it would arrive in time for May 8th.
My intention was to simply pop into a store, get the card and mail it on my way home. But as I perused the multitude of cards, I began to feel frustrated. The cards seemed to be so limited in what they had to say and so absent of the stories I hear from ‘mothers’ as I listen in spiritual direction week after week!