A beautiful quote that touched me from Ronna Detrick’s recent blog post:
In some ways, the art of spiritual direction lies in uncovering the obvious in our lives and in realizing that everyday events are the means by which God tries to reach us. ~ Alan Jones
After attending a recent event for my church I am reminded again of how hungry people are for connection, for spiritual nourishment, for authentic conversation about so many things- including doubt, certainty, hope, joy, pain, love and connection. What a beautiful opportunity to be around others who are willing to question, to share, to revel in relationship with one another and with God/Mystery/Love.
And questions: How to live our faith on an everyday basis, how God reaches out to us, what pieces of our life hold meaning, where Love shows up in our lives, how we are blessing others, how we are being blessed… so wonderful to sit with these questions, to share thoughts and to hear the hearts of others.
One of the many conversations that struck me was about the love of friends, and how that is a special kind of love, an elevated kind of love because it is a constant choice we make to be in one another’s lives. There isn’t a formal contract, or a bloodline that holds us together, instead it is a choice that we continue to make to bless and be blessed by sharing, by coming together, by holding one another in love and committing acts of kindness to sustain the relationship.
And something that resonated deeply was her assertion that friendship by it’s very definition is an act of grace. Something I will be mulling over for the next few days…
Archive for the ‘Light’ Category
In talking with a friend who is finding his way through the ending of a relationship I wrote these words to help ease his transition:
Know that you are held in my love as you transition, as you honor you, as you leap into the love that the Universe has waiting for you now in different forms, and in the future as that love takes the form of another human…
His response: “That’s like a prayer and a blessing wrapped into one.”
And it got me thinking about prayers and blessings, and the power our words have – to help heal, to share certainty when our worlds feel uncertain, and the gentle reminder we are so loved as the words and truth travel from heart to heart.
When I was in high school Pastor Paul Gauche would always end the service with the following Benediction. To this day my heart still smiles and I can hear his voice echoing in my ears when I read it:
And now as you go from this place, go knowing that you are saved by grace; you are justified, you are forgiven, you are sought out, you are beloved, you are hidden in Christ and made for the glory of God.
You are known, you are never forsaken, you are held in the palm of God’s hand, you are loved.
May God’s peace and power go with us until we gather again, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
I never tired of hearing those words. There were many times I would find refuge in them, in the certainty with which he conveyed them to the congregation. I would close my eyes and for a moment it was as though God himself was bestowing blessings upon me.
Those words spoken each week reminded me that we are known, we are loved, we are sought out, that we need to be reminded on a regular basis that we are chosen, we are so very loved.
God is such a heavy word, laden with so much that sometimes I fear using it because I have more questions than answers and so often I don’t want others to think that I have confined God into a little box. All I know is the closest I have come to God is a swelling from within my soul of love, a deep sense of gratitude for all that I have been given. I know that in the darkest moments I have been held, that something has threaded my life together to create a beautiful tapestry from bits and scraps that have woven into something beautiful, and sometimes I choose to call it God.
All I know is that there is a homing device of sorts within me, a still, small voice, a sixth sense, a deep knowing, intuition perhaps, angelic guidance, acestoral assistance, perhaps all of those things, perhaps none of them… and for me it is not so much about naming it as living in the intimacy and ecstacy of being near to such lightness of being, to the vibrating core of light and love that I can see but can’t quite seem to explain that guides me, that surrounds me, that heals me. This healing, this love, this pure goodness, this light, this energy, this something… brings me peace, leaves me feeling bathed in love and overflowing with gratitude.
For someone who loves to put words to experiences, who strives to name things, who wants to share intimate experiences of the soul with others to deepen relationships it is hard to not know what words to use. The words that we have are so small, so shallow, so insignificant when faced with the reality of a love that large, that deep, that powerful, that full, that radiant… and I am torn between trying and failing and just sitting in it not trying to explain it just sharing it without words… and I suppose that is my happy medium… to do both… to do my best to try to explain and when words fail to radiate love from the very depth of my being.
Last week I submitted an essay for a contest called Notes and Words. The reason I entered the contest was because in addition to some amazing prizes the essayist that won received:
- Michael Chabon, Pulitzer Prize winner
- Anne Lamott, New York Times bestselling author
- John Hodgman, The Daily Show and HBO’s Bored to Death
- Kelly Corrigan, New York Times bestselling author
It was the introductions to Anne Lamott and Kelly Corrigan that really caught my eye. And so I put it out there to the Universe, in my prayers, in my heart that that is what I wanted. I wanted to be able to connect with them, to thank them for their bravery, for their words, for putting their souls on paper. So I crossed my fingers and toes, submitted my essay and let it go.
When author Brene’ Brown came to town to speak I knew that there were a million and three things I wanted to say to her and yet I knew that when I and the three hundred others stood in front of her to get our books signed I wouldn’t be able to tell her all of the things I wanted to share so I decided to write a letter to her. I was nervous, but just knew that I needed to do that. She had been brave enough to put her book out there for all the world to see, the least I could do is to share my honest response. It wasn’t until a friend said in a wistful voice “Wow, that was really brave” that it occurred to me that it indeed might be. After giving her the letter, and realizing that for me in that moment it wasn’t about her response, it was about doing it- my giving, sharing and becoming brave was more important. And it felt amazing, to be able to simply do something that scared me, that stretched me and let it go.
I wanted to make it a habit to sink into that feeling of making courageous choices, to stretch my comfort zone, to reach out in acts of bravery on a regular basis. So I made a list of things that would be brave for me, lists of people that I wanted to write to, to thank them, to share with them pieces of how they have inspired me, to celebrate what they bring to the world. And I have been committing my “Acts of Bravery” every month since. Sometimes it is letters, sometimes it is a blog post I am scared to publish, a conversation that requires me to be vulnerable, a workout that challenges me, or setting my book free into the world. More often than not it means letting go of control or the outcome in various ways. Since this commitment I have published my book, wrote several blog posts that required me to summon my courage to hit Publish, sent a letter to SARK, Brene’ Brown, Shauna Ahern from Gluten Free Girl, Jen Gray and Katrina Kenison (which is being mailed this week) and have started a list on my desktop that is titled “Acts of Bravery” where I keep all of the things that I have done, and those that I plan to do.
On Saturday I ran into some friends who mentioned “Oh Erica, you read Anne Lamott right? Did you know that she will be doing a book signing in the cities on Monday?” (Enter a chorus of angels singing) Really!?!?
An opportunity for another committing another “Act of Bravery.”
(A blurry) Anne Lamott and I tonight (with my book and my letter!)
What you can’t see is two of my friends cheering me on in the background as I committed another Act of Bravery.
I am reminded every time I do this, it is a lot easier to be brave when you have your cheering section at your side. When I share with others what I am doing, why I am doing it I have gotten amazing amounts of support. I believe people are drawn to support dreams [and I do believe you have to choose your support system carefully. As Brene’ Brown reminds us- “share with those who have earned the right to hear your story”] I believe we want to see the best in each other and we want to encourage each other to shine brightly in this world and to do that we have to give others an opportunity to support us, to be in on the dreams.
People can’t support what they don’t know- they can’t share in dreams that aren’t spoken.
I have been reminded time and time again that courage expands when it is spoken, bravery grows by leaps and bounds when given the right nourishment and that we sometimes need a nudge to keep dreaming big.
So here is your nudge to keep dreaming big, here is your invitation to bravery…
What Acts of Bravery will you commit?
The world is waiting!
P.S. The connectedness of all of this- these lessons, these themes, the weaving together of reminders I need and the ways that the Universe/God gets my attention never ceases to amaze me… and leaves me in awe, feeling known, loved and held. Tonight while going to Jen Gray’s site for the first time in awhile to link to her name her most recent blog post from March 13th included an Anne Lamott quote… grace indeed.
I do not understand the mystery of grace only that it meets us where we are
but does not leave us where it found us..
~ anne lamott
Monday night we were celebrating my friends birthday and I was out with my niece and nephew. I knew that i was going to be spending Valentine’s evening with them so I had asked Q who is two and utterly adorable as you can see:
“Q, will you be my Valentine?”
He was sitting in my lap at the time and he threw his hands in the air, squealed and said with such fierce determination and a smile just like you see there “YES!”.
My wish for you this Valentine is that whether you spend your Valentine’s Day with your significant other, your children, your parents, your favorite four-legged family member, or enjoying your own company, when that question is asked “Will you be my Valentine?” You can fling your arms up in the air and say “YES!”.
You deserve a love like that, you deserve to have your needs met, your heart held, your very being celebrated.
Surround yourself with people who provide that for you, seek out those who lift you up and who honor the gift you are.
And even more importantly be sure that you are giving yourself that same gift.
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”