Sunday, November 2, 2014

We are one. Can we believe it?

Some communites we are born into.
We know community as we bring our Creators covenant of life with us as we move into this world, taking our first breath.

Others we adopt along the way.
Whether our community is based on culture, geography, family or spirituality, when we share a common purpose, we can join in unity.

We can create covenant community.

With our home community as our base, we can recognize that the universe is our community.

Here, on Mother Earth, we are one.
We have the option to believe it.

When we choose to embrace our similarities and our differences , we can let go of scarcity and competition.
We can love and support each other.
Through the strength of our unity in community we can extend love and support world wide.
It is through giving that we receive.
It is through loving that we are loved.
It is through forgiving that we are forgiven.
There is enough.
There is enough.

Are you ready to believe it?

I invite you to join in community with me, wherever you are.

Prayer requests (also on Facebook), comments and questions welcomed.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Need-A few Queries Occasioned


What do we need?
Where is God in that need?
When one need seems to be in opposition to another's need, I pray to be open to be a part of the meeting place, the covenant of relationship, that transforms opposition into resolution and clearness of right action.


God Bless the Grass
Notes: words and music by Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1964 Schroder Music Company, renewed 1992. People often think of this as an ecology song, but Malvina wrote it after reading Mark Lane’s comments about the John F. Kennedy assassination.

God bless the grass that grows thru the crack.
They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back.
The concrete gets tired of what it has to do,
It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru,
And God bless the grass.

God bless the truth that fights toward the sun,
They roll the lies over it and think that it is done.
It moves through the ground and reaches for the air,
And after a while it is growing everywhere,
And God bless the grass.

God bless the grass that grows through cement.
It's green and it's tender and it's easily bent.
But after a while it lifts up its head,
For the grass is living and the stone is dead,
And God bless the grass.

God bless the grass that's gentle and low,
Its roots they are deep and its will is to grow.
And God bless the truth, the friend of the poor,
And the wild grass growing at the poor man's door,
And God bless the grass.


Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Waiting.... Quvah

We all want to be liked. To be chosen.

The voices in my head who love me so much and want me to be safe, tell me-"you can't do that, don't risk it, if you put yourself out there you will be hurt."

I'm listening to these voices, who have chosen me, and learning to tell them back, "thanks, that's one way of looking at life, now you go take a walk."

I've put myself out there. I have taken the risk.
I have listened to other voices who love me, I have done the work, done the writing, done the editing, listened, learned, prayed, discerned, prayed.

And, thank you very much, I am loved and chosen.
I'm pre-approved!
Our Father, the Great Mother, the Holy Spirit all chose me to be their beloved child, just like Jesus, no more, no less, just loved.
And, thank you very much, they know my hearts desire and want me to have it.
Surrender, obedience and faithfulness deliver it into my inbox.

And there are the times of waiting.

I've asked to be chosen and I've done the work and now I have to wait to see the outcome.
I can:

  • worry
  • try to influence the outcome
  • stress about the outcome
  • berate myself for not doing enough to influence the outcome
  • etc, etc, etc, ad nauseum.

Or I can wait.
I learned just today, the hebrew word for wait, quvah can also mean "bind".
So we can do all of the above, or choose to bind ourselves into a time of waiting. Ply ourselves into a time of oneness with the other waiting threads.
Plying takes single, unstable strands and binds them into strong useful rope we can depend on to hold us together.

Thanks to all waiting with me, friends on earth and friends above.

Prayer requests comments and questions always welcomed.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Humility and loneliness

Be kind and tell the truth.
Simple words to live by and so many different paths to choose from, it's not simple at all.

I've been trying to write   writing  a 3-6 page paper on a call I feel strongly in my heart. I've been living the call on my own, and a positive outcome of the writing could will lead to communal and outward sharing of the call- all good!

Still I'm wracked with self doubt and fear of expressing my gifts- yes dear blog friends who I feel so comfortable with- I have many gifts- and my hearts desire is to share them with as many folks as possible, now, while I am still strong and healthy enough to do so with energy and joy.

( my mind speaking)Who was going to be reading this? Unknown people on a selection committee- they were going to judge me! and they might not pick me. How do I write what they want to hear when I don't even know  who they are? If I don't tell anyone, then I won't feel as bad if I don't get selected, or even called to interview.)

My writing was stiff and unfolding, till I got the courage up to call my support folks and tell them what was going on.
Suddenly I was no longer alone.

With the help of my friends I was able to ask my well meaning and overly protective judgmental mind to take a walk.

I'm writing to God, Goddess, Jesus, the Holy Spirit and They are all rejoicing in my willingness and faithfulness to spend the time, with them ,working through me, to clarify and express my call.
Everyone I am writing to loves me and wants for me what is my hearts desire and
*******Wonder of Wonders******
They gave me the gifts in the first place and rejoice in my using them!

Bill Tabor urged us at Pendle Hill to ring the bell anytime we felt filled with the Spirit.
I don't think anyone ever did.
Bill began every listening session I had with him by asking,
"Robyn, has thee been faithful?"

Here on my mountain top I am ringing the bell.
I pray you can hear it.

Yes Bill, I am being faithful.

I have prayed, listened , discerned, done the writing, and as soon as my support folks finish editing my words, I am hitting the send button, and as my Grandmother used to say, "kissing it up to God".

Hold me in the Light. I have a lot of work to do.

Prayer requests, comments and questions welcomed.