Christmas, 2015
Greetings, dear friends and family, and blessings on your
celebrations at this end of the year when the days are short, yet the promise
of the Light blesses us with its dawning!
What a year this has been, beginning with my knuckling down to
complete my thesis for the M.A. degree in Culture & Spirituality I received
in May. Titled, “Hymns for a New Story”,
the thesis critically examines the metaphors we use for the Holy in Protestant
Christian hymnody. It suggests new
images in four new hymns I’ve written, one of which has been sung publicly six
times, to wild enthusiasm in the parishes that have used it. I can hardly believe the poetry that comes
through me as I write and re-write hymns.
Graduation was in May, and now I am preparing to do my part in what
Roman Catholic priest and environmentalist Thomas Berry called “The Great
Work.”
“The
Great Work now, as we move into a new millennium, is to carry out the
transition from a period of human devastation of the Earth to a period when
humans would be present to the planet in a mutually beneficial manner.” (Thomas Berry)
Never to be content with what I have learned, I traveled
twice to Colorado during the summer, to attend two classes with Dr. Clarissa
Pinkola Estés, author of the book, Women
Who Run With the Wolves. She taught
over 100 women and men how to facilitate a group to study and learn from this
book, which contains lessons on the instinctual nature of humans, especially
women, and does so through story. In
October, I convened a group of women who study with me once a month, and the
sharing is deep, wide and very productive.
Early in 2016, I will start another group, and I’ll also attempt an
online group for people who live in distant areas.
Finally this year, I began studying to become a spiritual
mentor for people who are searching for their unique purpose in life: those who
are asking the question, “How can I discover the unique soul gift I was meant
to offer the world?” The work is spiritually
arduous and very rewarding, for I believe that the discovery of one’s gift and
the offering of it to the world is the thing that produces a life deeply
lived. As the poet Mary Oliver says in
her poem, “When Death Comes,”
When it’s over, I want to say:
all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it is over, I don’t want to
wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply
having visited this world.
Neither do I. And, I won’t.
But visit I did this year!
In addition to my Colorado trips, at a retreat center just north of
Loveland, David and I took a two week road trip across Nevada in September, to
Great Basin National Park and then to Southern Utah. My goodness, I never knew that U.S. 50 going
through Nevada was SO BEAUTIFUL! We
crossed range after range of mountains, singing, “The Bear Went Over the
Mountain”, stopped for the night in Kingston, which isn’t even on the map
‘cause there are only 80 people in the town, and then stayed outside of Great
Basin in Baker, NV. We did the hike to
the Bristlecone Pines, trees which live at 10,000 feet and some of which are
over 3,000 years old. And the next day
we participated in a special astronomy night with astronomers from the
University of Utah among other places.
From there we dropped down to southern Utah where we rented a house from
Air B&B and hiked in Zion (hid under a rock during a thunder and hail storm
that ended up killing six), visited the North Rim of the Grand Canyon (where,
across the canyon, we could see the trail we hiked, when we hiked to its bottom
three years ago), and I volunteered to walk dogs for a day at Best Friends
Animal Sanctuary in Kanab, UT. From
there it was north to Bryce Canyon and a spectacular hike, then to Valley of
Fire State Park outside of Las Vegas, and back to CA via Paso Robles, wine
tasting, and bluff hiking. What a trip!
The last trip was a long weekend to Ashland, OR, where we
saw “A Long Day’s Journey Into Night” and visited Crater Lake in the rain.
Life is amazing! I
hope Mary Oliver agrees! My son Peter
returned to CA (San Diego) after living in Washington DC for two years, and
Matt is living in Santa Cruz. Both are
in relationship with lovely, smart, accomplished women, who love them very
much. Kaisa the cat turned 17 in March
and is still healthy and strong, though he is not beating up the neighborhood
cats as he used to do in his younger days.
And David and I have completed five years of being together.
We are grateful in CA that it is raining; everything is
pretty much soaked, and we hope the dangerously low level of water in the
reservoirs rises, we hope that people will have compassion on each other and on
the earth, our precious planet, and we hope to do more traveling around the
country in 2016, as we attend each other’s high school reunions.
May your celebrations at this time of the year be blessed
and may the returning Light of the New Year bring fullness to your lives and
the lives of your loved ones!
Merry Christmas!
Happy Hanukah! Happy Solstice! Happy New Year!