Wednesday Tweet Digest, Vol. 6

1 year ago with 1 comment in Uncategorized
The best (according to me) tweets I have twitted over the course of the previous week or so, as a momentary stay against the essential evanescence of twitter. From convo w/coworkers: "If you can't be Enlightened at the DMV, then you're not Enlightened." — Joseph Prever (@stevegershom) August 18, 2014 Stepped outside to breathe for 5 minutes & heard myself praying ...

Madonna House, Part III of III: Poustinia

2 years ago with 5 comments in Uncategorized
A friend tells me that she once sat and meditated for an hour and half, only to discover at the end that what she had been meditating on, scene by scene, was Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. There is a moment in prayer when you really do achieve emptiness: you actually manage to rid yourself of all the things that typically consume and distract you, every last worry and earworm and ...

Madonna House, Part II of III: Jailbird

2 years ago with 13 comments in Uncategorized
This slow burn has, if I’m honest, a lot in common with the feeling I have first thing in the morning, most mornings. A weighty expectation of tasks: Here come All The Things, one after another. But then I think of the taste of my first cup of coffee, or I open the door and feel the warmth of the breeze, or I just get distracted because there are so many things to attend to that I ...

Landscapes

2 years ago with 5 comments in Uncategorized
Dear Readers, I love winter, for the first two weeks. After that it seems like a long slog through bleakness. It’s hard to be enthusiastic about life when the landscape itself is so clearly hostile to you. By this point, though, the snow is piled high, and the thought of spring is less like the thought of an absent friend and more like the remembrance of a legend. Will the world be ...

Nearly Anything

3 years ago with 17 comments in Uncategorized
My friend B. is a body psychotherapist. She’s explained what this means more than once, but I never quite get a handle on it.1 I gather that, where traditional psychotherapy is focused on talking, body psychotherapy treats us as the soul-body composite we are. One of the tenets of the discipline is that past trauma can manifest itself, not only in our thought patterns, but in our ...

Unwearied

3 years ago with 5 comments in Uncategorized
To my relief, I wake up too late for Mass this morning. More sleep means less surliness, and less effort spent ignoring my resentment at the priest who sings off-key and the parishioners who ad-lib the responses to make them just a little bit more feminist. I’m trailing a cloud of melancholy from bad dreams: something to do with wounds, accusations, betrayal of trust. I know from long ...

Not a Punishment

4 years ago with 8 comments in Uncategorized
And I said “Help me, help me, help me, help me– Thank you! I’d no idea that you were there.”1 A few weeks ago, when things were worst, I was having one of those very anguished prayer times where you are yelling so loudly for help that it’s hard to notice when it comes. I finally asked: “Just tell me something, Lord; tell me something I need to hear, and ...

Beginning To Pray

4 years ago with 6 comments in Uncategorized
I want to give you some words from the best spiritual book of any kind I have ever read. I keep trying to say something beforehand as an introduction, so you will know how good it is, but the best way is probably to just give you some passages. It is called Beginning to Pray, by Anthony Bloom. ★ As long as we ourselves are real, as long as we are truly ourselves, God can be present and ...

An Hour With Jesus

4 years ago with 26 comments in Uncategorized
Hey, Jesus. I mean. Hello. Hail. O Jesus. This carpet always smells funny. God, that twinge in my back. Sorry: I mean gosh. Hello, Jesus. Mind if I sit close to you today? In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Sh★t, I’m late again, only five minutes this time though. Hi, T., you sweet old lady; sorry about that, you can go now. Okay, focus. 7:05. That ...

Heartland

4 years ago with 11 comments in Uncategorized
The first few mornings in Peru, the roosters next door woke me up. There was what sounded like a field full of them next door, a whole tribe, saluting the sun hours before it would arrive. We were up at five and off to the chapel for morning prayers. Then back to bed — lucky for me, it took me a long time to realize that 5-6am was supposed to be private prayer time in our rooms, not nap ...