Friday, February 29, 2008
“When we start being too impressed by the results of our work, we slowly come to the erroneous conviction that life is one large scoreboard where someone is listing the points to measure our worth. And before we are fully aware of it, we have sold our soul to the many grade-givers. That means we are not only in the world, but also of the world. Then we become what the world makes us. We are intelligent because someone gives us a high grade. We are helpful because someone gives thanks. We are likable because someone likes us. And we are important because someone considers us indispensable. In short, we are worthwhile because we have successes …
“A life without a lonely place, that is a life without a quiet center, easily becomes destructive. When we cling to the results of our actions as our only way of self-identification, then we become possessive and defensive and tend to look at our fellow human beings more as enemies to be kept at a distance than as friends with whom we share the gifts of life. In solitude we can slowly unmask the illusion of our possessiveness and discover in the center of our own self that we are not what we can conquer, but what is given to us. In solitude we can listen to the voice of him who spoke to us before we could speak a word, who healed us before we could make any gesture to help, who set us free long before we could free others, and who loved us long before we could give love to anyone. It is in this solitude that we discover that being is more important than having, and that we are worth more than the result of our efforts. In solitude we discover that our life is not a possession to be defended, but a gift to be shared.”
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
The green vinyl cushions on our Craig's list find chair are officially gone! A HUGE thank you to my mom, who did most of the work: the sad part is perhaps the fact that (with Wyatt in tow) it took both of us two days to complete this fairly simple project. The fabric is from Tonic Living.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
“When I give something I do not possess, I give a false and dangerous gift, a gift that looks like love but is, in reality, loveless – a gift given more from my need to prove myself than from the other’s need to be cared for. That kind of giving is not only loveless but faithless, based on the arrogant and mistaken notion that God has no way of channeling love to the other except through me …
“One sign that I am violating my own nature in the name of nobility is a condition called burnout. Though usually regarded as the result of trying to give too much, burnout in my experience results from trying to give what I do not possess – the ultimate in giving too little! Burnout is a state of emptiness, to be sure, but it does not result from giving all I have: it merely reveals the nothingness from which I was trying to give in the first place.”
Parker Palmer, Let Your Life Speak: Listening to the Voice of Vocation
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
The drastic absence of life
the darting images of snowbirds
to wake my slumber.
Today, hundreds and hundreds of birds -
a jet stream of flyers,
not as many as once were,
There is a white pigeon in the bradford pear,
the lone flowering bud in desolation and trash.
I sought to photograph it,
highlighted against the dark branches and empty gray.
It flew away,
into a higher roost,
with the other birds.
The cardinals and finches.
The exposed beauties.
So cold. So bare.
What keeps them here?