Being Held

A couple of weeks ago I was listening to a podcast on the Greater Good Magazine.  Krista Tippet, creator of the On Being show on NPR, is one of the guest speakers on the podcast.  The podcast is titled Krista Tippet on Being Grounded in Your Body.  In it she describes her experience with the body scan meditation.

The body scan meditation is something I learned many years ago in therapy, but had forgotten about.  Yes, I still struggle at times with panic attacks, but lately my frustration has been with not being able to fall to sleep at night.  Amazingly, going through my body and focusing on relaxing each part from toe to head has actually been working!

One of the things that stood out to me when Krista describes her experience is this:

You feel heavy but it is not like feeling held down.

It is like being held.

What a wonderful explanation.  I might add that some might resist that heavy feeling like they are falling down too.  But the description of being held is perfect!

I have always thought of getting one of these parachute fabric hammocks and my order arrived in the mail today.  When you lay in one, that is exactly what you feel like–being held.  I think I have found a new prayer space this summer.  Even when I am not laying there, I can remember that feeling of being held.  There is a letting go and a trust involved in that too.  There are many times I need to let God hold me, and need a reminder to do so!

As with any meditation practice, the key is practice.  Just as with prayer, practice is important for communication with God as well.  (Though I am uncertain if I even want to draw a line between prayer and mediation as I consider mediation a form of prayer when that is the intent.)

Besides the hammock that came in the mail from Amazon today, I also received a new book titled Bead by Bead by Suzanne Henley that my friend, Kristen Olsen Vincent of Prayerworks Studio, brought to my attention.  In the back of the book, my prayer bedes website is listed as a source.  I am humbled and honored!

 

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At the Foot of the Cross

In our dining room next to the patio door to our deck, I have a collection of crosses on the wall.  It was not my intent to make it an altar of sorts, but it seems to have emerged into that.  During the winter months, I bring in a ceramic stacked garden totem that I have been adding pieces to over the years.  This year, it ended up under the crosses. Today, I noticed how the little bird on the top of the totem seemed to be sitting at the foot of the crosses.

It is Good Friday.  I have seen many images of Mary standing beneath the the cross of her Son as he suffered and died.  What would it be like to have been there?  We only have the biblical accounts of what happened, but I can well imagine Mary’s anguish and gut wrenching cries.  It is harder for me to imagine the excruciating pain Christ must have felt.  Though he was the Son of God, he was also human.

Incense is symbolic of prayer rising.  Though I know the artists intent was not that her totems would be used as an incense holder, it works.

Christ was the sacrifice once and for all for our sins.  I will sit with this awhile.  I will sit and imagine myself at the foot of the cross.  I know this was not the end of the story.  I know that this here, right now, is not the end of the story either.

Oh, God, what wondrous love you have given us…to suffer and die that we would no longer be separated from You…

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Breathe…Just Breathe – Holy Week

I mentioned in a previous post a couple of the devotions I receive via email.  One that I did not mention is Jan Richardson’s from her site The Painted Prayerbook.  Over Advent, however, I did mention her book that I used for my devotions.  Jan is one of the people I would probably include in my list of modern day mystics.  Many times, I experience God speaking to me through her art and poetry.  Today, was one of those significant days.

Jan is no stranger to grief.  She is also no stranger to faith.  In that grief after the death of someone we love so dearly and in the faith that God is with us throughout it all, I feel a kinship with her.

Today, is also our daughter Maura’s Birthday.  She would have been in her 30s now if she was still living.  Even tough it has been over 25 years now since she died, the times around her birthday and the anniversary of her death still cause a sense of heaviness to weigh on me.  I have hope for life after death, and in that I can celebrate that she is safe with God and now longer in pain.  But there is still that “in between” time we exist in.  It is like Holy Saturday in a way.  As long as we are living here on this earth, we are in a time of not knowing what is to come.  How do we live like that?  It is not really a very comfortable place to be.

Then, Jan’s email from her blog post today seemed to echo from deep inside me.  Here are her words:

Holy Saturday: Breathe by Jan Richardson – The Painted Prayerbook

So, how do we live here on this earth when our heart is pulled between the here and now and what is to come?  I hear God saying to me “Breathe, Just Breathe.”

Does anyone else ever find songs popping into their heads some days?  I have looked for this one before, but when I searched for it on Google a Pearl Jam song came up, which was not what I was looking for.  But today I found the one I wanted.

Maura 1988

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Good Friday Crucifix and Easter Sunday Cross

In my experience, preferring the crucifix (the cross with the figure, also known as the corpus, of the crucified Jesus on it) versus the cross (without any symbol of Christ on it) is often influenced by what denomination of the Christian faith we claim.  For Protestants, the symbol of the cross without a corpus signifies the risen Christ.  You will not find many Protestant churches with a crucifix displayed prominently.  Some might say that is because we are an “Easter people.”  Yet, in the Catholic church a crucifix is, I will have to say always, prominently displayed.

I will not argue that as a Christian one is better than the other.  Instead, I will say that our Christian faith says it is both.  You cannot have one without the other.

As I was making these Chotkis (see the history and meaning of these prayer beads under Types… on the right hand column of this website) I was pondering my own Christian faith and what I choose to focus on.  The traditional prayer used with the Orthodox Chotki is what is known as the Jesus Prayer–Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

The same dualism between the crucifix and the cross could also be seen in the Jesus Prayer.  For some, it might have too much focus on sin.  That might be true, but for me I have found that there is a significant paradox in the Jesus Prayer.  When I use the Jesus Prayer in my own prayers, there is a profound feeling of release and forgiveness.  There is something about the acknowledgement of my sins that opens up a place in me for healing.

Just as in the great paradox of the Christian faith that it is in death we have life, I believe acknowledging my weaknesses and sins–letting go of them, dying to self, letting go of my pride–I am actually able to experience the healing power of forgiveness and new life in Christ.

From my perspective of growing up in the Lutheran church, this has been very profound for me.

Whether it is the crucifix or cross that speaks to your soul, I invite you to try using the Jesus Prayer in your own prayers.

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Prayer Tools and Bookmarks

One of the things Cynthia Bourgeault suggests in her book The Heart of Centering Prayer is to choose a word that you can use as a “bookmark” to say to yourself when you find your mind wander during prayer.  The word is not something that you focus on, but a gentle reminder to bring your attention back to God.

When I first read that, I thought I knew just what my word would be.  I had chosen the word “embrace” as my word for this year.  Then, reading further and trying to put the word into practice, I realized that it had too many thoughts attached to it.  I needed a word that would not activate my thinking.  After some more consideration an practice I found another word.  Bourgeault suggests that the word you choose to us during your time on Centering Prayer is something you hold very close and not share with everyone.  With her recommendation, I am going to not share my word here.  However, I have found that using it along with an exhale from my breath has been helpful.

Again Bourgeault says that unlike other forms of meditation the goal is not to focus on your breath, a mantra, or a word but emptying yourself to make room for the presence of God.  In that way I see using my breath along with my word as a set of dual bookmarks you might say.  You only use the focus on something in particular like a word or breath as a bookmark.

I much of my writing about prayer beads I refer to them as tools for prayer.  I can see now how they could also be referred to as bookmarks for prayer.

CenterRings Mindfulness Reminder Necklace

In a a previous post I referred to a new endeavor I was working on called CenterRings Mindfulness Reminders.  It took me some time to decide that I wanted these necklaces I was making to be separate from prayer bedes, but I still find many times there is a definite cross over and they both actually focus on tools for prayer.  Granted, CenterRings necklaces are directed at a broader audience that might not necessarly label themselves as a Christian.

Thinking of bookmarks, one of the things I am using as a metaphor of the present moment for CenterRings is the baby bird.  The baby bird has two-fold meaning for me.  It is when I notice the the song of a bird that I realize I am being more centered in the present moment.  The symbolism of the baby bird also refers to “holding your thoughts and feelings as gently as you would a baby bird”–without judging or trying to analyze them.  (I have written more about this on my CenterRings blog.)

In my experience that gentleness with your thoughts and feelings is also a key in Centering Prayer.  It is a way of observing and letting go that helps me avoid clinging or grabbing onto my thoughts and feelings.  So in that way, I see a little bird as possibly a helpful tool or bookmark one could use in Centering Prayer.

Link to my CenterRings Etsy Shop:

CenterRings on Etsy

 

Link to my CenterRings blog:

What other tools or bookmarks could be helpful tools for prayer?  Though our breath is not one of our five senses, I can see how prayer beads, a word, aroma, and the sound or vision of a little bird being tools or bookmarks that bring us back into the presence of God.  After all, is not our intention in all forms of prayer to enter into God’s presence?  We can say we always do that every second f every day, but in reality we get caught up in so many other things that we need to take time to focus on our relationship with God.  As with all prayer practices, it requires practice.

Shalom!

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Living from The Holy Spirit Within

I commented earlier that during this season of Lent I planned to do some re-visiting per say of devotional sources I already had vs buying something new such as a book.  That was going well until about a week ago when I stumbled on this book by Cynthia Bourgeault, an Episcopal Priest,  titled The Heart of Centering Prayer.  Though I am only about half way through the book, I am glad I decided to purchase a hard copy of it as I can see it will most certainly be a book I find myself wanting to refer back to again and again.

When I began having panic attacks, which I realize I can now say was decades ago, I was lucky enough to be diagnosed by Dr. Henry Emmons M.D. who at the time was studying under Jon Kabat Zin, a well known writer and practitioner in the field of Mindfulness Meditation.  Though I did not have many visits with Dr. Emmons because he was pursuing further education, I know that his additional training was significant in my own mental health journey.

After trying quite a few different psychotherapists, I finally found the right fit thanks to a recommendation by Dr. Emmons.  Mary, the therapist I saw has since retired, but worked with me for over eight years at Anxiety Treatment Resources in Edina, Minnesota.  From our first visit I made it clear that I was not looking for someone who would just listen to me.  I wanted to be challenged.  I wanted panic attacks to go away and was determined to do whatever I could to make that happen.

I still remember Mary telling me that one of the first things I had to do was learn to accept them.  I ardently told her that that was not going to happen.  I was never going to just accept them!  Instead of “accepting” my panic attacks, we decided that a better way for me to understand Acceptance Commitment Therapy might be to use the phrase “just let it be there.”  That was and still continues a difficult thing for me to do, but from experience I now know that fighting panic attacks and trying to make them go away only fuels them.

With that bit of background about myself, I am going to show you a little thing I wrote on the margin of this book that keeps coming back to me.

The chapter was referring the what Buddhist refer to the state of Enlightenment, I believe.  In the margins I wrote, “original self – in God’s image – Holy Spirit within us”.  There is no question mark, but it was a question–a question I have been pondering for years now.  Could the Buddhist concept of an Enlightened Mind refer to finding the Holy Spirit within us as Christians?

As I read this book–The Heart of Centering Prayer–I am considering that possible connection again.  Though Bourgeault does not make that connection (at least not yet for what I have read) she does speak strongly about how in the Christian practice of Centering Prayer it is not as much about a place we go but a place we come from.

One of my motivations for re-visiting some things from my past is that we have a trip to Ireland planned in June.  In my experience, plane rides and panic attacks pretty much go together.  Unfortunately, I fall away from some of the tools I have found helpful for dealing with panic attacks when things are running pretty smooth.  The problem with that is that I forget to practice using the tools, which makes them less effective.  Hence, I am re-visiting some of my therapeutic training in hopes that I can better deal with the panic attacks when they arise, which I am quite sure they will do.

So…this is getting to be a longer post than I intended, but I wanted to get back to why I titled the post the way I did.  What happens when we live from the Holy Spirit within us?  How does that frame of reference or belonging change the way we see things?  I think I might have one example.

In my Centering Prayer practice this morning I noticed a little shift come over me.  As I said above one of my motivations for being more diligent about practicing Mindfulness Meditation (one of my therapy tools) and relating them to my Christian spiritual practices through Centering Prayer is that I knew I “needed” to practice them for our upcoming trip.  The shift came when I had the realization that I not only “needed” to do it but “wanted” to do it.  There is a clinging attached to “needing”, which is not the goal in either Mindfulness Meditation or Centering Prayer.  Changing that word to “wanting” somehow lets more love enter.

Can living from the Holy Spirit within me help me be more loving to others and myself?  I think the answer is, yes.  I need to work on that and “just let it be there” too.

 

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Swaddled in the Womb – Photography as Prayer

The other day I took this picture as I noticed the fresh blanket of white snow was really not all white.  The shadows from the tree were casting an array of blues and grays.  On the left is the photo I took, and on the right is the same photo after I edited with a fun app I have on my iPad called PencilSketch.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I was looking at the edited photo, something popped out to me.  I saw an image in the shadows of the tree branches, which reflected on the snow.  Because I thought it was so inspiring, I posted a cropped version of the photo on my Facebook page and asked friends if the could see the same thing I did.

That turned out to be a very interesting experiment because people saw all kinds of things–birds, heart, wings, a sleigh and even a dinosaur.  Some of those images I could also see when I was pointed in the right direction, but others eluded me.  Sight is such and interesting thing.  Our perceptions, influenced by our experiences, can be so deceptive or revealing depending on how you look at it.

When I pointed out that I saw the image of a swaddled baby in the womb, some could see it, while I am sure others maybe thought I was a bit crazy.  One person thought the branches looked like veins, while another mentioned an arteriogram.  To me, the branches did look like blood vessels, but they were surrounding and nourishing the precious image in the womb.

I realized that the child I saw in the womb was definitely influenced by a book I have been reading.  Because of that, the image I saw has some very deep and significant meaning to me–so much so that I decided to print out some of the words in the book along with the photo to remind me that I need not fear the darkness or the unknown.  If it is meaningful to you, you are welcome to print it out as well for your personal use.

Here is a link to the book as well:  https://www.amazon.com/Anam-Cara-Book-Celtic-Wisdom/dp/006092943X/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1519777026&sr=8-3

 

And in case you are still wondering where that swaddled person I found is:

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Dancing in the Rain Stella Maris Rosary

I believe I have referred to the Lenten practice I did last year of 40 Bags in 40 Days.  The idea is to de-clutter your home by making a bag each day that you will either give away, throw away, or recycle (like papers).  Because it was so meaningful for me and necessary for me, I am doing it again this year.  In the process of physically getting rid of stuff we do not need, there is a sense of making room spiritually for God too.  Last year I was also reminded that the 40 days of Lent do not include Sundays.  Some refer to those Sundays as Little Easters.  The 40 Bags in 40 Day practice does keep you more mindful of what day it is and you look forward to Sunday for a new reason.  Going through things to make a bag a day is not always easy–no matter what size bag!

When I went down to work on the pile in our family room this morning, this print above jumped out at me.  It is something I made to hang in our downstairs bathroom.  The frame started peeling because of the water in the air and so took the picture apart and spray painted it.  (That was this summer).  I had just not ever put it back together.

The colors reminded me of a rosary I made the other day.  It has a Stella Maris or Star of Mary center.  As I looked at the saying on the print, I realized that it was not just the colors that fit with that rosary, but the words too.

One of the favorite prayers I found when I was first researching rosaries was the one I have on the information page about the Stella Maris Chaplet.  (See the list of types of prayer beads on the right column in my blog.). Granted, the configuration of beads in the Stella Maris Chaplet is different than the Five Decade Rosary, that prayer can easily be meditated upon with the five decade configuration as well.

Not all of us are sailors, but I believe all of us can relate to the storms of life.  How can we learn to dance in those storms?  How can Mary, the Mother of God, show us how she learned to dance in the storms of her life?  I never realized how that quote about learning to dance in the rain could so easily be related to the idea of Mary as Star of the Sea

Now, I need to get back to that pile and figure out what do do with all of it.  Hanging the picture back in the bathroom is not getting rid of something.  It was just putting it in its proper place.

Hahahaha!  This is what I am dealing with.  Interesting how the photo flips upside down when I add it to this post.  I have tried it a couple of time and it keeps doing the same thing.  Yup, kinda confusing.  That is just how I feel right now!

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Making A St. Brigid’s Cross: What to Welcome In and What to Throw Out

After I found the wheat yesterday, I put it all in a bin of water to soak.  I feel like there is this little theme of “re-visiting” that is reappearing as I begin journeying through there first days of Lent.  When I put the wheat in water, I thought, “how is it that I knew to do that?”  As a child growing up we would have a yearly Advent celebration at our church where they had different craft stations.  It was there I learned how to make a suet ball and cover it with birdseed to hand out for the birds.  It was also at these gatherings that I learned to make Scandinavian straw ornaments.  The straw needed to be soaked first so it would bend instead of break.

Next step for me this morning was to look for a You Tube video and how to weave a St. Brigid’s cross.  (There are many videos to choose from).  I pulled the longest stems out of the bin of water and began trying to follow the directions.  It was readily apparent that practice would make me much better at it, but I just kept going.  I made my perfectionist traits sit and stay instead of them trying to tell me to start over.

This is my finished project:

There was still quite a bit of wheat left in the soaking tub when I was finished.  My first thought was to throw it in the garbage.  But I had another idea because there was a bible verse I remembered whispering in my ear.  “Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains but a single grain.  But if it dies, it bears much fruit” -John 12:24 translated from my own memory.

Thoughts of “Maybe I could start a wheat field in our yard” turned into putting at all leftovers in a towel that I dumped at the edge of our woods thinking maybe the deer might like it.

I have read that many place St. Brigid’s crosses above their doors as a sign of protection.  One of the things I have also been pondering lately is what I want to welcome in my life and what I want to get rid of.  I have decided that is going to be the symbolism in my St. Brigid’s cross.  Though I have still not decided where I will hang ii, the metaphor of a welcoming door and a closing door does seem significant.

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Lent’s Lost and Found: Revisiting Hope and The Prophesy of Simeon

The photo above is of some wheat I picked years ago from my ancestral farm in North Dakota.  I was in a vase for many years until I decided it was too dusty and just needed to be thrown.  In fact, I thought it had gone in the garbage.

We are planning a trip to Ireland this summer, I have been reading and researching about Ireland including St. Brigid.  A few weeks ago the idea popped into my head of making a St. Brigid’s cross to hang above our front door.  Then, my mind went to this wheat and I thought, “why didn’t I save that?”

Well guess what?  I did not put it in the garbage but dumped it with a pile of stuff in our family room I need to go through.

When I read from my book Your Sorrow Is My Sorrow this morning, the author, Joyce Rupp tells the story of the Prophesy of Simeon and how it might have been received from Mary’s perspective.  It talks about how Mary might have felt she needed to find that same trust in God that she accepted when the angel announced to her that she would be the mother of God.

Rupp writes Mary’s possible thought, “…I had to find that hope again as I faced Simeon’s prophesy.”

As I began digging through the pile in our family room and came upon the wheat, I could not help ponder the thought of how my faith and hope are like a lost and found.  Maybe Lent is a time to dig through that lost and found to find our hope again.

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