Showing posts with label spiritual practices. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spiritual practices. Show all posts

Monday, November 11, 2013

UnSpiritual Spiritual Disciplines 2.0


A little while ago, I posted 10 Unspiritual Spiritual Disciplines.  As I looked them over, it struck me that what I had written was a dead give away that I am no longer young.  I like what I said, but what I said speaks, I suspect, more to my older than my younger self.

So I set about to think on my younger self in a spiritual way, wondering what advice I might give to younger Me, the hipper, cooler gal I used to be (or thought I was).

Here’s what I came up with – 10 UnSpiritual Spiritual Disciplines 2.0 – the younger, cooler version of the original:

1. Text like God’s reading it.

2. If you’re texting or surfing, include the person beside you, whether friend or stranger, in the conversation.

3. Send an inspiring, encouraging text to someone today and every day.

4. Thank God with every sip, every taste of that beer.

5. While watching the game, offer silent or spoken blessings for the players, the refs, the crowd.  And wonder what kind of game God would invent – how would the scoring go?  Who would be chosen for the team?  What would the purpose of the game be?

6. When you’re out eating, share your food with each other.  As you eat, think of it as communion.  Notice what changes when you do.

7. Decide that just for today, every time your kid speaks to you, you’re going to understand that this is God speaking to you and give your child the same attention you would give as if it were God speaking to you.

8. When you have sex, enter the experience as a child of God who has been gifted by God with the ability to experience all the senses your body intertwined with the body of another has to give.

9. Bless every person, every situation, you encounter while doing your work today.  Be specific in your blessing.  Can’t think of anything?  Then try blessing them with the things you want in your own life – happy family, good job, joy in the work, rest, no debts, freedom from worry, meaning, purpose, fulfillment, safe children – you get the picture.

10. Practice patience with those around you who don’t get you – your look, your way, your tech savvy, your music, your you-ness.  Instead of returning judgment for judgment, try returning patience, humor and understanding for judgment – just as an experiment – see where it takes you.  Might be fun.  Might be a surprise.  You’ll sure feel better for it.  Promise.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Being Not Judgmental


Continuing with Joy Mead’s Making Peace, the Tea Time group pondered peace last week, trying to leap from abstraction to concrete realities of peace and its lack in our lives, our world.

We took paper pebbles and wrote words of peace on them and made together a rock garden, a path, a wall, and a chaos (the chaos was mine).

Then, drawing random paper pebbles, we write our own peace poems.  I drew “being not judgmental”.

From kathy's photostream on Flickr
Being not                                               

How do I be not?

Whose skull shall I hold
aloft in my palm
when,
Hamlet-like,
I ask the
being not question?

What judgment shall
I not levy
in the court of my mind
today?

What tragedy shall I not write
with my judging eyes
today?

Whom shall I not hang
on the gallows
of my condemnation
today?

To be the judge
or not . . .

It is hardly a question
of course I shall judge you

It is my job
isn’t it?

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Creative Resistance


A small group meets regularly in my living room on Wednesdays when we can.  It began as a conversation about joining the church, but has long since morphed into Tea-Time with friends.  

We talk, we laugh, we share, we pray. . . and sometimes we even study.

Just now, we are diving, all with trepidation, into Joy Mead's Making Peace in Practice and Poetry . . . trepidation because this small book challenges us to make, to be peace, through poetry . . . our own poetry . . . and none of us are poets, or at least so we think.

We begin reading Joy Mead’s own poem, Personal Peacemaking.  One line strikes me: “I shall resist violence and destruction creatively by . . .”, which is followed by Mead’s personal list, which takes me by surprise.

I shall resist violence and destruction creatively by:
dancing and laughing,
planting trees and sowing seeds,
making and sharing bread
. . . and ice cream!

As her poetic peace credo continues, I am challenged.  How shall I resist violence and destruction in my own life?  How shall I take the ideals and principles that take me to Iraq and convert them into an every-day way of being?  What is my own peace credo?

With pen to paper, I begin . . . and this is all that it is and all that it is . . . a beginning . . .

I shall resist violence and destruction creatively by:
playing the cello
making a casserole
sharing my chocolate
laughing with my friends
jumping hopscotch
blowing bubbles
sitting underneath every rainbow I see
listening more
talking less

What will be your peace credo?  Won’t you share it with the world today?