Tag: God


Exhaling


Sorting things When we breathe, we inhale and then we exhale.  For those of us whose childhoods were particularly difficult or who have survived trauma, the breath is shallow, tentative, furtive, and so, rather more frequent. For most people however the breath is deep and subconscious.  In - belly swells. ...

placenta


“There is something in the soul which is only God….The seed of God within us. If the seed had a good wise and industrious cultivator, it would thrive and grow up into God.  Now the seed of a pear tree grows into a pear tree…the seed of God into God....

…and…


This is Kai-the dog.  He goes with me wherever I go and challenges with his very being this idea of an angry, domesticated God we seek to describe.  Kai-the-dog has accompanied me for 12 years.  Every night he licks my forehead before going to sleep and every morning he waits...

Heavy with Hope


Kai-the-dog is 12 years old today, New Year’s Day.  He is slowing down, rising off the carpet with a heaviness of years and on aching muscles. The same thing is happening to me.  We are getting old together. Who new!? A parishioner in my curacy in Charlottesville once said of...

The horse and the rider


With friends at the Santa Fe Grand Prix, I recently watched horses and their riders exhibit the fine connection which makes for great horseback riding. The jumps were high and the leaps strong.  The riders were deeply connecting to their horses  in various ways, some by mind, some by voice,...

The Mathematician


My observation is that life and the planet seem to have a kind of perfect mathematics to them which reveal, to me, a God.  I no longer believe that the God is anything like what we write about or talk about or picture in stained glass just as I would...

God – trying to communicate


As I get older, I have an increased compassion for God. No longer a “He” and no longer an “old man” on a throne with my file on his lap, cranky, disappointed, gassy and vaguely aware of me but having forgotten my name. God is no longer even “God” to...

God cross-legged and heavy


The Colorado mountains are a constant companion in Denver. With crisp, white peaks that rest on mountains and more mountains: range after range after range -like waves with white-tops in a tumultuous frozen sea. I see the mountains from my desk through double windows in my cathedral office and I...

Smoke


Smoke rises. Smoke has always risen. Yesterday it curled upward from the top of our altar in the cathedral nave as we held open our church for prayers during the election. Smoke will rise again today too. That’s what smoke does. It rises. All day long, we sat in that...

discretion is not secret-keeping, it is spiritual practice


One Christian practice with which I am slowly and needfully becoming acquainted is the practice of discretion.  Now by using that word I do not mean the “discretion” that most modern ears hear when they hear that word.  Today, in modern speech, discretion has taken on a different tone than...