Slice of Life: Small Noticings on a Morning Walk

 

 Abundant moisture

debuts new walking partners

mushroom pop ups

Spiritual Journey Thursday: Pause to Reflect

Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link, invites us to pause to reflect, to cultivate a slowdown spirit for our August Spiritual Journey posts.

Thursday night I sat down to put together a few thoughts for this post, only to discover that we had no internet. I planned to share some words from a July Reflection Questions email by Emily P. Freeman. And a day later, I still want to share them.

"Rather than rushing right into August carrying the exact same load, here is a moment at the end of the month for you and for me to look back before moving forward.

 

This takes courage, to be sure. Depending on the month you've had, looking back may feel intimidating, scary, or even a little annoying. But the skill (yes, you can learn it!) of reflection is an important one. It requires courage, compassion, and the ability to observe something without trying to judge, grade, or fix it."

 

And when I read her words, I was drawn to that last sentence about the skill of reflection.

"It requires courage, compassion, and the ability to observe something without trying to judge, grade, or fix it." And therein is the reason I often resist reflecting. You see, I have not cultivated this ability to observe without trying to judge, grade, or fix.

 

Today I had a string of unlucky/lucky events. After watching the grands this morning, I headed to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for my husband who has Covid (unlucky). They didn't have the medicine (unlucky) and told me the closest pharmacy with the medicine was 25 minutes away (unlucky again). They also shared that this pharmacy was closing for lunch break in 30 minutes (unlucky once again). 

 

I immediately headed there and managed to snag the prescription before the lunch break with two minutes to spare (lucky). I pulled away from the drive through window and noticed that a library I had been wanting to visit was across the street (lucky). So I popped in and managed to snag Kate Bowler's latest book, Have a Beautiful, Terrible Day (lucky). I continued my lucky streak by discovering Chapter 23, a blessing for a good pause.

 

"This is the moment. I can feel it.

It is the microsecond pause . . . 

 

This is the sacred space of the nothing-yet,

a place where I can become aware

that you are pulling at me, tugging at me.

Be present with me here,

in these whirring seconds,

at the tiny crossroads that is this moment,

slowing me long enough to wonder:

Is that you tapping me on the shoulder?

 

All right. I'm listening." 

(Kate Bowler, Have a Beautiful, Terrible Day)

 

Each chapter begins with a scripture or quote, followed by a few introductory paragraphs, a poem, and a reflection prompt. 

 

May we have more microsecond pauses, that leave us wondering, "Is that you tapping me on the shoulder?" And may we be led to answer, "All right. I'm listening." 

I like to think of today's lucky moments as times of wonder. I'm grateful for the crossroads and pauses that led me to recognize goodness in a busy, harried day.

SJT and Poetry Friday: Help for Our "I Don't Know" Moments

Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town offered us the theme of "I don't know" for our Spiritual Journey post in July.

I had a moment of "I don't know" what just happened as I left the grocery store today. I was pushing my cart across the parking lot to my car when suddenly the cart quit moving. I was sure that I had just hit a low space or picked up something that jammed the wheel in the parking lot. No, that wasn't it. 

Another driver rolled down her window and told me that the wheels had locked because I was taking it out of the grocery store lot. I had parked across from a nearby restaurant because it was closer to the store than the back of the store lot. The problem was real, the locked wheels did not allow me to move forward or backward. I was stuck in the middle of a lane of oncoming traffic. 

Another customer came over and offered to help get the cart back to the store. I grabbed my groceries, thanked him for getting me out of this pickle, and continued to my car.

I was grateful for both of the individuals who advised me in my "I don't know" how to proceed, "I'm stuck" moment. I like to think that there will be friends and loved ones and angels and Jesus who may come to our rescue in our "I don't know" moments. They won't always have answers, but we can feel their comforting presence and perhaps receive useful guidance.

When my aunt died, my mother talked about the absolute recognition on her sister's face that there were other beings present. I wasn't there, but loved hearing my mom tell of this experience.  When my mother died, I wanted to be there, to feel, to have a knowing experience that would stand for me as a reality of life beyond this one. 

I was privileged to be there, but we did not have an experience like my mother had with her sister. Instead, we quietly sang hymns, encircling Mom in our love, gently massaging her face as her breathing slowed, and she left this life, and entered another. It wasn't the strong recognition of my mother's experience, but instead it was a comforting feeling that I was on holy ground and that I had participated in a sacred experience. 

I recently read these lines from Hannah Fries poem, "Let the Last Thing Be Song," which reminded me of this experience of singing to my mother as she left this life and entered another:

". . 

iv 

When I die, I want to be sung across the threshold.
Don’t you? Doesn’t the universe,
with its loosening warp
and weft, still
unspool its symphony?

Sing to me — please —
and I will sing for you as all unravels,
as time continues past the final beat
of the stutter inside your chest.

. . . "

You can listen to the entire poem read by the poet with her young son improvising on the piano at the marginalian.

Robyn Hood Black is hosting Poetry Friday at Life on the Deckle Edge. Come join the fun!

Poetry Friday: An Illustrated Haiku

I am slowly building up my walking stamina by adding a few more steps each day. This week, I reached the bridge and crossed the lake.

 

 lake mirrors June blue

 white blossoms reflect beauty

morning walk speaks peace

 

-Ramona Behnke 

Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference is hosting our Roundup this week. 

Come join the fun!

Slice of Life: A Surprising Sight

We were driving home from daughter's house on Monday when I asked my husband to wait at the stop sign so I could take a picture. In the field opposite us, two individuals were harnessing a white horse to a hearse with gold curtains.

There wasn't a casket in the hearse yet. It turns out there was a funeral at the church just down from the stop sign and just a short drive down from the church is a cemetery. 

I took a walk when I returned home, keeping an eye on developments down the road. When I saw the familiar black hearse turn into the cemetery, I worried that the horse drawn hearse didn't work out. But as I watched from a discreet distance, other vehicles parked and individuals walked into the cemetery. And then finally, the horse-drawn hearse arrived.

I've never seen a horse-drawn hearse before except in movies. Here's what I found online about this tradition: "A horse-drawn hearse represents a bridge between the past and the present, bringing a sense of historical continuity and respect for tradition.The image of majestic horses leading a solemn procession evokes a bygone era, adding a layer of profound symbolism to the ceremony."

Or as my neighbor commented when I showed her the picture, "What a way to go!"

Poetry Friday: New Discovery on the New Books Table

Although I miss my King County Library in Washington (no Lucky Day books on the shelves or Choice Reads to browse in North Carolina), the children's section of my local library has a feature that I love, a new books table. Last week I found this book by Joseph Coelho, the UK Children's Laureate for 2022-2024.

Poetry Prompts: All sorts of ways to start a poem is filled with 42 poetry prompts that are sure to delight your inner poet and any child in your life who wants poetry adventures. Each prompt has an example poem from the poet, followed by an invitation to create, and a Poetry Power-Up for an additional challenge. The book's captivating illustrations and large size make this a must-have for any teacher who loves poetry. If your local or school library doesn't have a copy, nudge them to buy one. It's a treasure trove!

  

Denise at Dare to Care is hosting this week's Poetry Friday Roundup. Come join the fun!

Poetry Friday: Four Things Friday!

1.  I open my phone to see a new podcast link from NPR"S Book of the Day featuring US Poet Laureate Ada Limon. Come back to listen for a weekend treat!

2. I click on poets.org and find this serendipitous quote by Ada Limon on the home page:

"Poetry offers us that silence—that quiet space."

—Ada Limón, United States Poet Laureate

3. I locate poems by Limon on poets.org. Check out one of my favorites, "The Raincoat."

4. I invite you to my Friday Festivities in honor of post 1,400! Cue the confetti!

  

Tracey has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Tangles & Tales.