Day 15: Motion
“We can choose to be stationary or we can choose to be still.”
Day 16: Get Out
“Maybe where you are and what you are doing this day is exactly right.”
Day 17: Cycle
“We are, at every moment, beginning and ending.”
Day 18: One Winter
“. . . our connections to one another had been exposed.”
Day 19: Fragments
“Your jots are the enduring evidence that we collided . . .”
Day 20: Breathe
“Make no mistake about this moment: it’s holy and you’re in it.”
These are just a few of the sentences/phrases I’ve underlined during our reading this week. It may be that Harrity’s words in his meditations are having as much, or even more, a profound effect on me as sliding my own pen across the page during our reflective responses and “assigned” exercises. For the moment anyway.
These two words have stalked me this week. Well, really, since we first started our journey through Making Manifest: On Faith, Creativity, and the Kingdom at Hand. I keep thinking about how the threads of each of our lives have been woven into this small sliver of time. How every step has brought us to this blip on eternity’s timeline for such a time as this.
Holy collisions in cyberspace.
How could I ever have anticipated the connections that would occur when I signed on to Facebook for the first time in September 2008 or published my first blog post in July of 2009? The open doors? The lasting friendships?
It’s like a giant hand gathered all our story threads and tied them together, and now we’re connected to each other and have become part of each other’s stories.
Overwhelming. Really. Overwhelming.
In other news…
I finally decided to remove the Christmas wreath last week, but a robin found it first. Well, robins. It seems nest-building is a parental partnership. Two birds out of bazillions connected and set up housekeeping at my front door. I guess it shows how few human connections have been made there during cold weather. I’ve kept an eye on the pair of geese who’ve built their nest atop a muskrat house at the edge of the pond–and in full view. Right out in the open before the cattails grew tall enough to provide a small measure of concealment. How do bird mamas expect to protect their young anyway? Do they know enough to lean on a higher power to?
But I digress.
In one assignment this week, Harrity asked us to consider connections and associations as we thought about animals (preferably wild) we’ve encountered. Then we were to choose one and create a “vocabulary web” with generational thoughts. He sent us to new benches and windows to record fragments of wonder, to fill in blanks without a “worry about weirdness,” to breathe the “particles of God’s presence.” To show up, open up, and begin.
Our last exercise was to create a ten-line poem using an animal as its central image–a personal poem, a metaphorical poem, using some words and phrases from our week’s writing. Not just a poem about seeing an animal. What else would I write about except a bird?
You pitched your pocket at the front door,
woven with grass and cemented with mud,
then planted three blue seeds—uncovered and exposed
to predators who dare peer over the cradle’s edge.
When disturbed, you flee to green-sleeved arms.
Me? I would have hung my hammock high,
nestled next to brittle, grayed bark petals,
secluded in the sanctum of a verdant canopy
and safe from stalkers. But then I suppose
my babies would have further to fall.
If you’re here, we’ve just had a holy collision in this space. Just think about what brought you here, to this moment, right now, to this place where I’ve asked God to use my words. Harrity says:
“If we say to God use my words, they’ll be made into poetry. If we say to God use my life, it will be revised into a risky, unimaginable grace.”
That’s my prayer. That He would break into my moments and break open my words, to use my life to create holy collisions.
In the stillness,
A question (okay–two) for you via Harrity:
Can you think back to something that seemed insignificant at the time but is now realized as a turning point in your life.
How do the small actions in your life open to the larger plan that God has for you life?
Share in the comments.
Link up: If you’re journeying through Making Manifest this month, feel free to link up a post below. If not, maybe you’d like to share your day-21 poem in the comments. Or both.
Linking with Emily and Holley