Author: alwaysbridging

A glorious chance

to see our friends.

And look!

My prayers

went straight to heaven.

I recently read over how I described myself in the introduction when I started these pages. Is mystic still the best description? Thinking of the proclaimed mystics, it definitely seems audacious. And yet, as a friend suggested, if I also claim my effervescence, as a “jolly mystic,” it fits.

This morning a special set of scriptures lined up from the Lectionary and I listened as my friends read them aloud: The story of Pharaoh’s daughter scooping baby Moses from the river, that the greatest gift is love, and the Transfiguration—Exodus 2:1-22, I Corinthians 12:27-13:13, and Mark 9:2-13.

And as I gave my attention over, I stepped aside. The ego of me, that is. Momentarily I was surrounded and filled with Light, inside and out.

I am reminded of the adage, “We practice what we believe, until we believe what we practice.” In honor of those blessed points of time, esoteric and fleeting, too great to be described in mere words anyway, I bow in awe.

As best I can tell, I am a jolly Christian mystic. I so pray.

Today is Carolina Jane’s birthday and one of my birthing days. I am filled with amazement, joy and gratitude as I think of her. That is an understatement.

Yesterday, I was thrilled to wake to a blustery, sunny (note emphasis on sunny) day at the beach. I knew it was still windy and that we’d be driving back to Seattle but I wasn’t going to miss a walk to the ocean. There I found as much driftwood high in the grass as I’ve ever seen reminding me of the storms we’d weathered overnight. It was glorious.

Today, I woke later than I’d hoped and rushed to Morning Prayer. I wondered how we’d make the ferry, a firm deadline in our plans for the day. Then I breathed along with my prayer-mates and remembered the coastline, littered and blazing in the sunshine. Ah, the promise of peace that a good metaphor affords. I gave the timing to God.

Now, here I am in my prayer chair, after getting the soup and cornbread made and letting the photo and idea surface for this post. As we said together this morning, I bend the knee of my heart in thanksgiving.

Reporting in from the beach

Perhaps I did subconsciously break one of the small sliding doors on the ugly metal ancient-as-dirt medicine cabinet. Rob has said he’s wanted to replace it for years. “Something wooden,” he’s fantasized and teased me.

Look! Thank you, Mr. Fix-it.

And you know how it goes. Now the ugly metal ancient-as-dirt lighting fixture is more obvious than ever. Technically it’s still functional and not broken…yet. Don’t hold your breath.