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Let's maintain the ties that bind with silver linings.
Seeking to be the church in a time of great testing.
As we close out our reading of Everything Belongs, Rohr kindly brings us back to the beginning. He uses several images in this chapter to describe this movement back to the Sacred, from thresholds to shadows. All of his metaphors seem to lead us back to where we started—God's presence in all things.
The Jewish five steps of repentance leading to true confession.
Rethinking how to honor our neighbor during the COVID - 19 crisis.
At our writers retreat last weekend, we spent some time working through different prompts. Some of the prompts helped us explore a genre or style of writing—several provided a lens through which we could examine our own inner landscapes. One of the beautiful effects of writing with these prompts is that it gives us the opportunity to step outside of ourselves for and look at our lives and experiences more objectively. I find that I'm less judgmental in this process and more open to seeing the complexities of my personality and experience.
Melissa often tells me "feelings aren't facts." She finds herself saying this a lot in her therapy sessions as well--luckily I get a discount. It's taken me a while to catch on, but I'm slowly getting it, I think. Just because I feel something (fear, anxiety, shame), doesn't mean that feeling has to define my reality. If I can step back from the feeling a bit, I might be able to see a little more clearly.
As I allude to from time to time, I'm not really a sports fan (though in high school I was decent with a hacky sack). Somehow, both Emma and Jake have ended up playing sports, so I find myself in places I would usually avoid, like gymnasiums. It just so happens I read this chapter of Everything Belongs while sitting on the sidelines of the Lexington Road Church of God's basketball court while Jake was practicing with his Upward team. I was pretty sure the squeaking of rubber and thumping of overinflated plastics was not an ideal environment for reading, but this was something I could do without wifi.