Fifth day of Christmas present

Preparing for your  Soul Spa

Set aside one hour.

Receive it as your gift from God to start the New Year. 

*Find a place where you are comfortable.

*find a candle ( a floating candle is especially effective).

*have a lighter or matches at hand.

*Have a pen or pencil at hand.

*Take the telephone off the hook.

*Have a drink of water.

*If it’s helpful, clear your mind by making a to-do list of things you need to remember LATER

    and can set aside for now.

*Make yourself comfortable in a position where it is easy to breathe deeply.

*Turn your attention to the retreat guide.

The Christmas packages have been wrapped, shared, unwrapped, and admired.  Now in the space between the end of one year and the begining of another,  Come away with me…To set our spirits in conversation with God’s spirit:

As it is written,

                  What no eye has seen, nor ear heard,

                  Nor human heart conceived,

                  What God has prepared for those who love him,”

These things God has revealed to us through the Spirit, for the Spirit searches everything, even the depths of God.

For what human being knows what is truly human except the human spirit that is within?  So also no one comprehends what is truly God’s except the Spirit of God.  Now we have received not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit that is from God, so that we may understand the gifts bestowed on us by God.  And we speak of these things in words, not taught by human wisdom but taught by the Spirit, interpreting spiritual things to those who are spiritual.           - 1 Corinthians 2:  9-13 

Come away, and receive God’s gifts.

Beginning

*As you pray this opening prayer, hear God speaking to you through its words.  Read through the prayer once.

I am, you anxious one.

Don’t you sense me ready to break

Into being at your touch?

My murmurings surround you like shadowy wings.

Can’t you see me standing before you

Cloaked in stillness?

Hasn’t my longing ripened in you

From the beginning

As fruit ripens on a branch?

I am the dream you are dreaming.

When you want to awaken, I am that wanting.

I grow strong in the beauty you behold.

And with the silence of stars I enfold

Your cities made by time.

      -Rainer Maria Rilke,    Book of Hours, Love Poems to God.

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*Take a deep breathe,relaxing and slowing your muscles as you receive the air.

*Take 2 more breathes, each a bit deeper and slower than the first.   Become aware of the muscles in your shoulders and next, allowing them to relax with each breathe.

*Read Rilke’s prayer once more, slowly.  Pause when a word or phrase catches your attention.  Roll it around in your mind a bit.  What awareness, insight, or question is God giving you in this word or phrase?

*When you are ready, move on to the next page.

Read the following words written to Timothy by his mentor, Paul.  Fill in the first blank with your own name and the rest as God leads you in prayer.

To _________________, my beloved child:  Grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord.

I am grateful to God…when I remember you constantly in my prayers night and day.  Recalling your tears, I long to see you so that I may be filled with joy.  I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that lived first in ______________ and _________ now, I am sure, lives in you.  For this reason I remind you to rekindle the gift of God that is within you….for God did not give us a spirit of cowardice, but rather a spirit of power and of love and of self-discipline.  -1 Timothy 1: 2-7

Breathe intentionally as you did before.  With each breathe, lift a name, silently or aloud, and thank God for this person who has been a faith mentor to you.  With one more breathe, lift your own name asking God to give you power, love, and the intentional will to make room for God’s gifts in your life.

Light the candle that you have prepared as a reminder of God’s promised presence.

When you are ready, pray this prayer by Francis Brienen:

God of all time,

Who makes all things new,

We bring before you the year now ending.

For life full and good,

For opportunities recognized and taken,

For love known and shared,

We thank you.

Where we have fallen short,

Forgive us.

When we worry over what is past, free us.

As we begin again

and take our first few steps into the future,

Where nothing is safe and certain,

Except you,

We ask for the courage of the wise men

Who simply went and followed a star.

We ask for their wisdom,

In choosing to pursue the deepest truth,

Not knowing where they would be led.

In the year to come, God of all time,

Be our help and company.

Hold our hands as we journey onwards

And may your dream of shalom,

Where all will be at peace,

Be our guiding star.

If there are things you need to leave behind as you enter a New Year, offer them to God now, asking for God’s help to release them.  You may write them down and use the candle to burn them as a sign of release.

Read the following passage.  Take your time.   Re-read it if you’d like.  Underline the words or phrases that catch your attention and return to them.

Now concerning spiritual gifts, brothers and sisters, I do not want you to be uninformed….there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of services, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities, but it is the same God, who activates all of them in everyone.  To each is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good.  To one is given through the Spirit the utterance of wisdom, and to another the utterance of knowledge according to the same Spirit, to another faith by the same Spirit, to another, to another gifts of healing by the one Spirit, to another the working of miracles, to another prophecy, to another the discernment of spirits, to another various kinds of tongues, to another the interpretation of tongues.  All these are activated by one and the same Spirit, who allots to each one individually just as the Spirit chooses. 

                                      -1 Corinthians 12:  1-11

Breathe intentionally as you did earlier.  Let the rhythm of your breathing take on a deep natural rhythm.  As you breathe in, ask God to lead you toward knowing your spiritual gifts.  Listen to whatever comes, you may be affirmed in a gift that you expect or you may be surprised and challenged to consider a gift you were not aware of. They may or may not be gifts mentioned in the passage we read. As you breathe out, release any surprise, resistance, concerns, and offer to be open to God’s leading.  Be aware of the candles flame as a sign of God’s dynamic presence.

As the conversation between your spirit and God’s Spirit finds its rhythm, Allow it be simplified in one phrase that can be lifted as you breathe in and out.  This breathe prayer is a reminder of God’s gift to you that you may prayer anytime, any where. 

Write this prayer, and any other words that will remind you of insights received in this retreat time, on your bookmark and plan to put it somewhere that you will regularly see it.

Ask God if there is someone you should share your insights with.  Who might help you acknowledge and develop your gifts?

Finish your retreat by giving thanks to God for the time and arranging your next “meeting.”  When and where will you make space dedicated to being fully present to God?

When you are ready to return to your everyday activities, Draw in  a deep breathe inviting God’s Spirit to remain in your awareness before gently blowing the candle out and giving thanks to God once more. 

                                                                                                                          

For now we see in a mirror, dimply,

 but then we will see face to face.

 Now I know only in part;

 then I will know fully,

even as I have been fully known. 

And now faith, hope and love abide,

these three;

and the greatest of these is love.

                                    -I Corinthians 13: 12-13

“Do what you honestly can,

rather than what you probably won’t.”

                        Larry Peacock.

Second Day of Christmas present

"God's gifts are handed out everywhere; but they all originate in God's Spirit.  God's ministries are carried out everywhere; but they all originate in God's Spirit.  God's varous expressions of power are in action everywhere; but God himself is behind it all. Each person is given something to do that shows who God is:  Everyone gets in on it, everyone benefits.  All kinds of things are handed out by the Spirit, and to all kinds of people!  The variety is wonderful...."


from I Corinthians 12, Eugene Petersen's translation, "The Message"

Winter, and very cold,

and the night at 

its deepest.  The politicians,

as usual, double-tongued.

The town chaotic, teeming

with strangers.

And tonight, as often

in winter, in Bethlehem,

snow is falling.

I always love how each flake,

torn from the sky,

arrives separately,

without sound, almost

unnoticed in

a flurry of others. How

each one (on a clear 

night) lies there glittering

on the swelling breast

of snow, crisp

and intact, as wholly itself

as every radiant star

in a sky sparkling

with galaxies.

How many new 

babies tonight

in Judea, coming

like snowflakes?

But plucked,

dazzling, from the 

eternal heavens,

into time,

tonight is born

The One.

-Luci Shaw, Accompanied by Angels:  Poems of the Incarnation

The Kents Hill Vespers ceremony was beautiful this year, not just in the Torsey Sanctuary setting, but in the spirit.  Not one student or staff member complained about the terrible rain storm that swept us in!  I chose "snowflakes" as the focusing image this year, largely because of Jacqueline Briggs's marvelous children's book about the inventor, Snowflake Bentley, illustrated by gifted woodblock artist, Mary Azarian. 

Like people, no two snowflakes are alike.  Yet, like people, snowflakes group together, becoming more than any one can be alone.  Fatih communities and schools are both sticky clusters of unique creatures.  Like the snowflake's individual, fractally patterned arms, the gifts in each of us seek out others for mutual expression.  The variety echoes the wonder of the Creator.   

Turning with Thanksgiving toward New Birth

     One of the reasons I love Thanksgiving, a reason I suspect others share, is that it is more about the people I share it with than anything else.  Christmas has taken on an urgency that is hard to live up to-thebest presents, the perfect decorations, managing an insane celebration and work schedule.  Out of curiosity, I googled "perfect holiday table."  Notice what is missing from this typical image?

     But Thanksgiving, ah Thanksgiving, (if you can crop out the "Black Friday"-or now "Black Friday Week" clamor) is the day set aside to just be with each other, people, around a life-celebrating table.  Thanksgiving is even free from religious competition about whose holiday it is or how it ought to be celebrated.
     Yesterday while strolling through the facebook neighborhood, one of my firends pointed toward a pre-Thanksgiving sharing by the editor of textweek.com.  Textweek.com is a feast in itself, putting on the table resources for understanding bible passages:  visual, musical, cinematic, popular and scholarly.  Here's some bits from Janee's story.  While many of us are dreaming of Christmas traditions, anticipating the creation of joyful memories, Janee's family, with an autistic son, walked the holiday as though it were a minefield.  She writes:

 Our family learned to slow down at Christmas a number of years ago when he was unable to tolerate *any* of the celebration. He could not handle the changing scenarios - the twinkling lights, the changes in grocery store displays, the changes in the sanctuary at church, presents appearing under the tree, the tree ITSELF, and the moved furniture. He would fall on the floor and scream, unable to move, afraid to open his eyes, almost constantly from Thanksgiving until well after Christmas when it was all over. We carried him through that time his head covered with his coat so we could get through the grocery store, or sat with him huddled in his room, carefully ordered EXACTLY the same since summer, with no Christmas trappings.
     Even gifts appearing under the tree, and even worse, being unwrapped, changing, moving, was a traumatic process for Phil
...  We'd try to find him a present he'd enjoy, but he'd merely scream and cry in panic at the intrusion on his carefully ordered world, and the gifts would sit ignored until he outgrew them and we gave them to some little boy who could appreciate them.
He wanted nothing. 
     [Then one year] right around Thanksgiving, we once more asked the kids what they wanted for Christmas. ... And our 10-year old son, for the first time in his life, answered the question. "PlayStation 2," he said. "I want PlayStation 2 Christmas." We just about fell over. His sister gave him a piece of paper. She wrote "Phil's Christmas List" at the top. He wrote, "PLAYSTATION TOW" under her heading. "At Sam's," he said. "Go to car."
     So, we drove to Sam's. He has never looked at anything there, never seemed to notice that Sam's has anything he might want. But he led us right to the PlayStation 2 sets, picked out the bundle he wanted and put it in the cart. "Open at Christmas," he said. He watched gleefully as we wrapped the package, and then he solemnly placed it under the tree. So, a PlayStation 2 game set sits there, wrapped, with his name on it, and he waits to open it. "December 25," he says. "Open PlayStation 2 December 25."
[A few days later, returning from] yet another Christmas rehearsal with our daughter, Phil found a Best Buy ad in the paper and turned immediately to the PlayStation games. He circled "Harry Potter" and "John Madden Football", handed the ad to Bob, and said, "I want Christmas." There were tears in my eyes. It's such a small thing, but such a truly amazing thing. It's one more bit of hope that he will be able to function in some semblance of society as an adult one day - that he might be able to live just a BIT more independently, and one day want the things he needs to survive enough to work for them..... 
     This Advent season I am grateful for being able to appreciate what complexity and miracle is involved in such small "selfish" acts as wanting something for Christmas and expressing those wants to another person. I'm grateful that my son is able to enjoy some of the commercial cultural trappings of the holiday this year instead of running from them screaming. I'm grateful for the many ways Phil helps me stop and look again, even at my most "Christian" conclusions. And I'm especially grateful that my son helps me see Christ's humble birth, over and over again, even in the midst of nightmares and worries I could not have imagined 10 years ago, even in the midst of Advent. -Jenee Woodard
     Signs of hope come in such odd packages, don't they?  As our Thanksgiving turns toward the celebration of new birth, may we become more aware of the everyday pleasures we take for granted, as well as how overwhelming the holiday season can be.  What miracle will you witness that points toward the "reason for the season?"  How might it change your life, for a day or forever?  And how will you share that good news?

Thanksgiving Leaks

Yesterday, on the way to choir, I kidded that our neighbors' lawn is leaking.  Just a few days a go it was a blaze of golden glory that filled our front windows with light.  Now the wind has blown crinkly dry leaves over to our side of the street.  Every passing truck wooshes up a whirl of musky clutter.

The media is yammering about a couple of other leaks.  Christmas is leaking, and not just into fall, but into summer.  If Christmas spending really is what's going to save our economy, I guess the attention is due.  But is doesn't seem like a particularly inspiring economic model.  Of course the other leak makes it hard to pay attention to inspiration anyway.  All kinds of stores will be open on Thnksgiving this year so that shopppers can get some extra hours in.

What is work?  I don't mind the neighbors leaves.  Raking them is good energy and they'll tuck in my garden.  But if day after day, year after year, every extra minute had to go to dealing with the deluge of another's dead foliage, my energy for the work would wane.

Shopping can be a pleasurable survey of what another has to offer.  Or it can become a deadly demand to keep an economic engine running, an endless chase to fill a wish list, something you have to do on your day off.  Never mind that it can be done in the comfort of your own home, on-line with convenient pick up or free shipping.  What does it keep you from doing?  Does your recreation drain your resources or renew them?

Pick-up football, a walk with someone you rarely have enough time with, parchessi, picking the turkey bones for soup, bulding the tallest lego tower ever with a little person,   Resting, Renewing, Re-creating.

Thanksgiving really is an investment.  Please invest wisely. The next day each of us will be leaking, dollars and sense, or overflowing gratitude.

3 good things about Paul LaPage

When I was in college, one New Year Resolution took root and made a real difference in my soul.  For every negative thing I thought about someone, I would think of three good things.  It didn't convert many of my opinions, but it improved the context of my opinions immeasurably.

I am frankly disapointed by today's news that Paul LaPage will be Maine's next govenor.  So in the interest of refreshing that earlier practice, here are three good things about Paul LaPage, a creature who God created:

1.  He will be Maine's first franco-american govenor.  This is long overdue and a healing of community wounds.  The Holocust and Human Rights Museum of Maine has sponsored a great series this fall about the impact of prejudice in Maine's franco-american and catholic communities.  (If you ever get a chance to hear Prof. Alan Whitmore of USM speak-run right over!)

2.  We will never have to wonder what he thinks about anything.  He says what he means and he means what he says.

3.  He was elected in a free and fair election, by the will of the people of Maine.  His election re-invests members of the community who have felt disempowered.  This broadens our body politic.  No blows were exchanged, we have the resoures to meet the basic needs of all, and we each have the personal power and freedom to make a difference.

Now about the casino vote, that's not a person, so I have no good things to say......

Our heros

This week on facebook I asked my friends who their heros are. Many are family members who have modeled what real strength is. I met one of my heros not too long after moving in 2000. I don't know his name. It was during a public forum sharing information and resources after a devastating episdode of pedophilia was revealed. (I met my friend Bud when we were both on the panel.) When the question and comment time came, a young man, in his early thirties, stood up and faced the theatre. None of us knew him. He had driven some ways to stand and give the parents, teachers, and community members there a message to share with the teens. He said, "I'm all right now." He had been one of this man's first victims. And after years of healing and with the help of loving family, he was all right. He had survived, and thrived, not by ignoring the pain, but by overcoming it. Life was good. It had been bad. But it didn't stay that way. It was the first time he'd spoken in public and was bravest thing I had ever seen anyone do. It made him even stronger
Many of us know someone who needs to hear that message. You can survive. You can thrive. There are many reasons. This video is the sharing of another brave soul. Please remember to pray with thanks for those who stand up in the face of the awful and witness to what is possible.

Americans love underdogs! Underdogs aren't willing to settle for the reality confronting them. Today in worship we read about one of Jesus' underdog stories, the persistant widow and the reluctant judge. Holy unhappiness!

Hero of the Day

I've been watching for heroes, every day and extra-ordinary (wonder what the difference is, really).  Who's yours today?  Add them to the comments and maybe we'll name enough to have a hero of the day all the way through the sermon series that starts tomorrow.
     The Kennebec Journal, our local newspaper, ran one of those thought-provoking juxstapositions of articles last Monday.  Both articles were rare glimpses of hero making in progress.

Kim Jong Un was the first article's subject.  His dad has named him to be the next leader of North Korea's dynastic government.  In order to actually reach that status, though, he has to distinguish himself as a hero.  A massive publicity campaign is marketing him amid firework spectacles, patriotic music, dancers, and military parades.  "Japanese public broadcaster NHK reported that the parade included three never-before-shown types of missiles and launching devices."  (AP article 10-11-10)  Kim Jong Un even has a new, heroic nickname, "Young General." Every hero needs an evil adversary it seems, and his is the U.S. the "People's Army's enemy."  By rallying the troups, military and popular behind him, North Korea's leader in the making, the newest four star general, begins chapter three of the family legend that is North Korea's governing myth.  Soon we should be hearing divinity stories like those that legitimized his father and grandfather's power.

On the other side of the world, recorded in the KJ article directly below, 33 Chilean miners were arguing about who would be the last to rise to the surface after two months in their underground prison.  It ended up being foreman Luis Arzua. The miners prepared for their big debut on the world stage quite differently than Mr. Kim seems to have.   The 34th member of their captive community helped, "God has never left us down here."  Some came to know God in new ways, others made commitments to hard changes in their lives, all contracted to equally share any profits from their story.

There is authenticity in acting heroically rather than trying to become a hero. It makes me think about how often Christianity turns into a hero making machine rather than a heroically inclined, even underground, community.

Longwood Garden wonders

These amazing plants are called "water platters." They're featured in the waterlily ponds at Longwood Gardens. The colors and textures are gorgeous. They can grow up to 7 feet in diameter at a rate of 6 inches a day. Jeff and I had the good fortune of seeing the water gardeners at work on Monday. The third photo shows an underside.
I have a feeling that these are going to influence some woven scarf designs this fall!

An extra bright spot

Th

     What a treat, I grabbed a ride into Sante Fe on Saturday and joined the crowd brwosing tent to tent at the International Folk Art festival on Museum Hill.
      These two new friends were having a ball trying to catch streamers.  It was tricky getting a photo-they were up and down the hill so quickly!

  

All of the venders were dressed in traditional costumes of their culture and assisted by translators.  Many were demonstrating their techniques-very labor intensive with stunning results.  The "stan" countries were particularly well represented.

     I picked up a few Christmas presents (no photos of those-duh), and probably would have picked up a few more if the pay line wasn't so long.  The venders give you tickets and pay for all at once.  Indulged in a funky pair of earrings from Swaziland for myself-irrisistable at $6.    
     This lady is the creator of an extraordinary embroidered coat.  It took 4 years to stitch and displays an entire mytholigical narrative.  Stunning

Box Canyon

     Thought I'd add photos from a hike today.  This is the way into Box Canyon, originally the "cattle storage" for bandits, now a peaceful spot populated by nesting birds.  There are beautiful little waterfalls on the way in, a contrast to the more arid first half mile.  (You'll see podcasts with these in the fall).Watching the water bugs flit around on the pool surfaces is good fun.  National Geographic water issue has a page on the physics of how they do it-actually pushing the water up in front of them to create momentum  that they can surf.

     On the way are spectacular fallen trees, some fairly recent as the landscape changes with each rain.  Some are "duck unders," and others are "walk across."  I loved the way the carved rock and clay looked under this one.














Towering evergreens guard the entrance to the dead end of the canyon (after climbing over some formidable boulders).

     

       Dozens of swallows swoop overhead.  When you reach the center and look up, this is the rim overhead.  It creates a wonderful acoustic space, great for chanting or singing.  And below, yoga groupies ready to practice!

Commute (the other side)

   Tomorrow took a few days to get to, (God's time) but here is a glimpse of "the other side of the street" I travel.
   One of the most interesting houses I pass several times a day is "Ghost House."  It was built by two brothers who made a living by rustling cattle throughout Northern New Mexico.  They drove the herds up Box Canyon (more later on hiking there) and were notoriously ruthless.
    Arthur and Pheobe Pack bought the property for a dude ranch in 1936. When Georgia O'Keefe first visited the ranch, before she made a home here,  she stayed in Ghost house.  
More on this house later, too.

     Just behind Ghost house is a trail that leads to the Mesa housing area and upper pavilion (where my Yoga class met last week.)  There is a reasonably reliable cell phone signal at the top....... if I stand on a concrete block and don't turn around (no being distracted by views or sunset during a call!).  The first few days this climb was literally breathtaking, but it didn't take long to adjust to the altitude.
     The next building of note is the new chapel (below).  The front doors open entirely, folding back to reveal the landscape.  The acoustics are like very bright, perfect.  This week a choral class is using it to make beautiful music, can't wait for the weekend concert!  Inside are a lovely series of tapestries using Navaho tapestry methods with contemporary designs.  During the "Water and the Baptismal Life" week, we had a wading pool set in the middle.

The library is next.  Its housed in "Cottonwood," which was built for the Johnson Woods family when they fell in love with the ranch during the Pack era.  There is a great book collection inside:  art, theology, biblical studies, science, literature, western history as well a general interest.  Outside is this column displaying the region's geology.  Last week a college class was in working on maps.
     Next posts-hikes to Chimney Rock and Box Canyon (tomorrow?)

morning commute

Here's a look at my morning walk.

The alfalfa field is being watered.  Today we got a massive thunderstorm (with hail) out of the north, so they won't have to use valuable stored water for a while.  

     Signs about every 20 feet remind us that "burros bite." Today they were playing and challenging each other after the rain.  They trot eagerly up to visitors hoping for a hand out.  The touchable equine is "Jennie," a retired swayback mare who has free roam of the 24,000 acre ranch.  Mostly she hangs around the alfalfa field.

     This Japanese rock garden is tucked inconspicously off the path to the art building  where this welcoming figure stands at the entrance to the courtyard.  Tomorrow I'll post photos from the other side of "the street."

Renewal leave, day.....?

One goal of renewal leave is to get on "God's time." I think I'm getting close. It really doesn't matter what day of the week it is.  And it would be impossible to convey all the wonders I've already encountered over the past 2 1/2 weeks. So I'll start with something simple, Friday morning's hike before breakfast. To reach the trail, I met up with a new friend, Emily from Cleveland. The one and a half mile  trek starts about 50 ft from my room.
  
(The goal)


 At a 6,500 feet above sea level start,  breathing was a very conscious (even audible) activity for the first 10 minutes then I hit my stride.
We watched the sun rise on the way.



                                                               (1/2 way there)

The view from the top, surreal. To the right is the house where Georgia O'Keefe lived and painted. To the left is the last haze from a forest fire on the other side of the Rio Chama.  Around the corner is one of the most famous, and active paleontology digs in the world. Two weeks ago a ten year old found a new small dinosaur that hasn't been identified yet (part of a two week intergenerational dig that happens eaach summer.) 

On the way down....

"Home" again in time for breakfast, french toast and fresh strawberries in the camp cafeteria.  This hill on the way down is one of the two places we can climb to for cell phone service.  (The other one is a little steeper and requires standing on a rock while facing east to keep the signal.....but it's a great view too!)

I shall lift up my eyes to the hills from where my help comes.....