The Many Voices of the Spirit

Pumpkin in Woods

The wind was ferocious today,
howling around me as I stood among the boulders in the woods.
It pulled my voice away from me as I called to the dog.
It pushed the trees into each other,
crowding them together as they bent and chattered.
The wind demanded, not to be attended to (for what does the wind need of me)
but to be witnessed.

I thought of the Spirit, which Jesus said blows where it chooses,
blows with mystery, blows to be heard.
And I remembered that the Spirit wind speaks in many ways:
sometimes a whisper, so subtle it could be missed by distracted ears,
sometimes a roar, so impenetrable it cannot be avoided.

So it is with everyone who is born of the spirit, Jesus tells the faithful questioner.
They are coming from who-knows-where, going to who-knows-where,
endlessly liminal, always in between.
And I wonder: am I like that?
Even if I, too, also a faithful questioner, must ask again and again
How can these things be?
Even then am I also spirit-born and wind-blown?

I cannot always decipher the meanings of the Spirit’s many voices,
to translate the language of its whispers and roars.
But I can promise to stay right here, in the middle of the in-between,
to hear and bear witness.

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Winter Trees

Today looked like the shapes and shadows of trees:
an intersection of lines and curves,
a canopy of reaching branches.

 Sun and Trees

Line of Trees

Tree Canopy

In case you wondered, New England is still covered in feet of snow,
but it can’t stop this little soul from hiking through the forest and breathing in the winter air.

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The quiet wonder of Advent

Today looked like a quiet corner for reading,
simple objects for gentle inspiration,
and the sweet brightness of color in winter.

Reading Nook

Altars

flowers

Julian of Norwich says that

The soul must perform two duties:
the first is to always wonder and be surprised.
The second is to endure,
always taking pleasure in God.

This season, I pray that your Advent souls
may find wonder in the small, ordinary spaces of life;
may be present enough to each day to notice surprise after surprise;
may be strong in the face of sorrow, confusion, and darkness;
and may continue to soak up the pleasure of being loved by God.

 

 

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