I’m “okay.”
“Just” feelings.
Life.
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Author: alwaysbridging
Family member and friend, jolly Christian mystic, Psychologist and Writer
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Pondering at the Cross
In Jerusalem, we chanted between stations. Yesterday we sang and listened to the musician improvise on his recorder, including riffs of hymns and the Trisagion:
Santo Dios, Santo Poderoso, Santo Inmortal,
Ten piedad de nosotros.
In Jerusalem I read Station 3 “Jesus falls for the first time.” Yesterday, during our bilingual version of the Stations of the Cross, I read Station 3 and Station 9, “Jesus falls for the third time.”
A priest told me once that when the same phrase of the birthday blessing is read over and over to me year after year, maybe I just haven’t learned from it yet.
I wonder if Holy Week has something to do with falling for me this year? Jesus will be there already, having experienced all of humanity—the good, the bad and the ugly.
Holy God, Holy and Mighty, Holy Immortal One, Have mercy upon us.
*Photo by Stuart Meeks
Rinsed Air, Rinsed Mind
Gifted with a walk to the beach. Not unlike labyrinth meditation.
First, hail to match my struggle. Then blustery downpour, finally sprinkle. No rain, a slight breeze for the mile beside the sea. By the time I reached the pavement again, deep peace had returned.
I could ask curiously,
“What can I give today?”
We celebrated my Dad’s life together in ceremony and song and story-telling and bike-riding. His was quite the story. Um, um.
I hope we will have the energy to do the same for my Mom when her time comes.
Always Bridging 