A creative reading today of Intercarnations : Exercises in Theological Possibility by Catherine Keller, Chapter 1: Returning God: Gift of Feminist Theology…
“I let Love be all that she is; I cannot understand her fierce wonders.
Hadewijch of Brabant (a 13th-century poet and mystic), Minne
Incomprehension, however, does not silence the poetry”
My faith community are looking at the Aaronic Blessing and suggested we have a go re-writing it, see The Aaronic Blessing from a Hebrew Perspective by Jeff A. Benner for insight and inspiration…
May the Creator that drew, knew and grew you
Enfold her in her arms that feel like home
May her peace abide in you and bring you to
stillness in the knowledge of being wholly loved and loved wholly
Reflect: Expressions of Her, expressions of you, expressions of Her…
wonderfully Made.
The Bright One, Maker of the made and all the made ever made
invites you to regard Them and be seen. To know yourself in Them.
Under Their gaze, there is no loss, disappointment, separation, brokenness.
The communion loaf holds many-in-one. Whole.
See. Be Seen. Be.
Wisdom, may her light guide and guard you, pouring love, supersize, not subside. Do you hear Her Voice down inside you? Live it out loud, be proud, never subdue. The wholeness is calling for you, speaking for what’s true, naming the whole you into being. Seeing, freeing, we are undone and one at the same time. Truth is hard-won but I can see in the dark. Spaces, places, all of her faces – shine. And I can see in the dark. Spark. I can see in the dark. Wisdom’s calling me home, I’m known and whole. Under the cone, in my heart, it’s safe to make a start. Enfolded in the keep, I can sleep. Smart enough to know I need more, to restore, to adore her more. Her love is at the core. Hit the floor, raise my gaze, begin another day. It pays to know she’s on her knees at the door on the floor too. She knows the score on being poor. Destitute. Restitute. Resolution. Do it better than before. Not alone any more. This is what she made you for: Be. Love her more and love you. Be loved. Spark. I can see in the dark.
Skids across the table. Half the almost-complete puzzle slides off and he just peers down at it on the floor. There’s no fear here. What if we looked at our mistakes as exploring? What if we looked at others’ mistakes as exploring? #fear #mataku
Today’s word is haere… go. But I stay right here although my heart is with my family, my brain bandwidth follows live news announcements, and my gut says going out less now is when it will matter most. Leunig’s Fear and Love play over in my mind. Every choice connects to capacity and the two ways to respond. I choose love. Let me always choose love. #haere #go
Today we celebrate. We celebrate you exist. The spark of life that’s in only you and no one else. Lashings of strawberries and cream and love. #celebrate #whakahari
Today’s word is Teacher, Kaiwhakaako, the title given to Jesus in the gospels. I think I spend more time unlearning than learning these days this great poem by Padraig O Tuama speaks to this, you can hear him read some of it here.
And I said to him
Are there answers to all of this?
And he said
The answer is in a story
and the story is being told.
And I said
But there is so much pain
And she answered plainly
Pain will happen.
Then I said
Will I ever find meaning?
And they said
You will find meaning
Where you give meaning.
The answer is in story
And the story isn’t finished.
The question is not where but now
there question’s never finished
or exhausted
and the answers in the asking
not the answer
the answer’s in the breathing of the question
in the love of holding onto
what was never whispered never seen
but what we dreamed of in the morning
then forgot while venus hid
the answer’s in the living not the knowing
the answer’s in the telling of the story
in half forgotten memory
and all unfinished stories
the answer’s in the showing time of senses
the answer’s in the question
in the learning
in the fading page of writing
in the letter sent to lovers
in the paying for the other
the answer is the generous
is the truthing
the absolutely truthful anger
and forgiving is the giving of what you don’t deserve
it’s what I’ll serve because you’re hungry
even though you may not know it
the answer’s in the living and the dying
in the trying for redemption on an empty hill of crosses
it’s the shoring up of hope and the gathering of losses
it’s the looking for companions in the hills and in the glens
it’s the waking up and walking up and starting up again
the answer’s in the living
and the trying.
And I said to the wise man,
what is the answer to all this
And he said the answer’s in the story
and the story’s just unfolding.
from hymns to swear by, released March 17, 2010all rights reserved
A modified version of this poem can be found in ‘Readings from the Book of Exile’ (Canterbury Press, 2013)
Our friends Marita and Andrew got married today, a beautiful celebration of love and embracing difference. As a small token we gave them sustainable gift labels I had made… they will have many moments beyond today to celebrate together and consciously choose ways to love each other, and to give and receive love back and forth between them. A covenant of family, friends and community… a covenant of love that connects us all, one to another.
You are neither all light nor all dark. You are neither perfect nor entirely imperfect. You are seen. You are beloved. #beloved #kairangi #adventwords2019
One errand. 44 degrees. Go. Love sends us. Love is the key. Love let’s us back in.#go #haere #adventwords2019
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