by June | Jun 13, 2017 | Blogposts
No reason.
I didn’t create Ms. DinoCritter for … a reason … or purpose … or underscore a message. I created her simply
… to play.
Play with … shapes and colours and new techniques.
Play without … care for the outcome.
Play to … do something other than watch the never-ending media commentaries.
Play to … let go of anything that was distracting me from “be-ing”
Be-ing … creative … aware of blessings … filled with peace and joy and gratitude. Ahhh, the joy of play … “for no reason.”
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by June | Jun 11, 2017 | Blogposts
The word ‘love’ is used a lot. Even Facebook has an emoji to express love of a comment.
But what is love? Poets have “waxed eloquent” about love for centuries: Elizabeth Barrett Browning spoke of loving to “the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach”; 14th century Persian mystic Hafez noted that “love lights up the whole sky!”; Christians have been commanded to love
… love God, love your neighbour as you love yourself.
We say that we ‘love’ the colour and variety of flowers, the freedom and beauty of birds, the smell of newborn babies, the taste of chocolate, the playfulness of kittens and puppies, the sound of laughter, the touch of a lover’s hand, certain food, certain school subjects, certain types of music, certain seasons of the year, certain people.
Thich Nhat Hanh says that real love begins “where nothing is expected in return.” I like that. A lot.
Nope. I love it.
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by June | Jun 6, 2017 | Blogposts
Author and theologian, Matthew Fox, writes: “Silence gives way for Spirit to arrive.” It leads me to ponder a possibility – a hope – a prayer.
What if people unplugged from social media – just one hour less – than they were usually plugged in? Just one hour.
And what if, in that one hour, they experienced silence. Not words.
There are times when words make me sick .. words that people use to explain their lies … words that people use to defend their indefensible position … words that belittle, abuse, mock, harass, demean, bully, disrespect.
Imagine – for just one hour less than usual – we disconnected from Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Tic Toc etc. No texting either.
What is the world could simply be present to holy silence, the sounds of Nature’s joy, their creative gifts and allowed Spirit to arrive.
What if we observed “just one hour” less than usual of social media, tv, radio and were in silence, giving way for Spirit to arrive in hearts, communities the world.
May calligrapher Alice Young’s beautiful rendering of Matthew Fox’s words be a prompt for some gentle soul-reflection this day.
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Calligraphy © Alice Young (www.calligraphy.ca)
Text © June Maffin (www.soulistry.com)
Quote © Matthew Fox
by June | Jun 3, 2017 | Blogposts
“Don’t be surprised at the fiery ordeals taking place among you.” Considering what has been happening in the world recently “fiery ordeal” seems to describe our situation well. Fiery ordeals make me think of an eight letter word that begins with the letter “A” and ends with the same letter. It’s something that has no limbs or extremities … has bizarre ways of eating, odd smelling habits, unblinking gaze and a worm-like method of locomotion. Classed as a reptile, some can even grow to thirty feet in length.
A manual, supposedly attributed to the US government’s Peace Corps designed for volunteers who worked in the Amazon jungle says that if you’re attacked by one of these things here’s what you should do: Don’t run (it is faster than you think). Lie flat on the ground. It will come and begin to climb over you. Let it. Do not panic! After it has examined you, it will begin to swallow you, always from the feet end. Let it. Do not panic! Lie perfectly still. When it has reached your knees, s l o w l y and with as little movement as possible reach down, take your knife, and …
This may not be an authentic publication from the Peace Corps, but there are two things that might help when facing the fiery ordeals of life – those things that cause us to fear or even terrify us, even if it’s an anaconda
… the answer to the eight letter word.
Terrible ‘fiery ordeal’ things may happen in our world and in our personal lives. When Anaconda Moments strike and we feel as if we are being devoured by life itself and the darkness of life seems to take over or even overwhelm, we must carry our sharp spiritual knife. But, what if our spiritual knife is dull? there is no joy? there is no “centre” in our lives? our spiritual lives are empty? Then we go back to the first learning. DO. NOT. PANIC.
Many years ago, little Dolores was born. The origin of ‘Dolores” is Spanish meaning ‘sorrows.’ Much of Dolores’ life was spent in extreme childhood poverty and life-threatening illnesses which pummelled her throughout her youth and adulthood. But after meeting Eddie, the love of her life who eventually became her husband, she became known as ‘Joy’ … not ‘Dolores.’ Several years ago, I made a mobile as a keepsake for myself
and ultimately my son, to remember my mother, his grandmother: Joy.
At the bottom of the mobile, I added the poem, simply entitled “JOY
which Mom wrote in the mid 1980’s in celebration of her Confirmation of her faith when she was 70. It speaks to me of the importance of counting our blessings – even in the midst of Anaconda Moments in life.
JOY Through a love of God and a willingness to submit my will in everything – most of the time – comes this deep sense of peace and joy even though at times it would appear I have almost nothing to be joyful about and feel full of despair. As I begin to count my blessings and feel grateful to God for even the smallest tone, this joy begins to permeate my being and fill my heart. It grows so quickly! Even the troubles I am experiencing have little power to depress or overwhelm me. It is like a magic spring! Always bubbling beneath the surface. All it takes to make it appear and flood my being – is a conscious love for God and a deep sense of gratitude for permitting me to catch even the smallest glimpses of this wonderful JOY DIVINE over time. <author: Joy Mack, 1985>
My mother had many Anaconda Moments in her life, but she learned not to panic and to carry a sharp knife. No matter what size anaconda begins to nibble at our heels“fiery ordeals” (Anaconda Moments) can be faced especially when we don’t panic and carry a sharp knife.
An aside: The mobile in the image has three red wooden hearts with pearls around each heart. Pearls were Mom’s favourite. 🙂 The top heart has a smaller heart covered by a piece of silk she used for the dress she made for my high school graduation (she was a lovely seamstress) on top of lace which she often used – and loved. The bottom of that heart: an antique pearl button (part of her collection of antique buttons). The second heart has other buttons from her collection, a mini photo of Mom and Dad, and her pearl earrings. The third heart has a Canadian pin (born in the US she became a very proud Canadian citizen when she and Dad married), a pin from Cursillo (a significant step in her faith journey) and another button from her antique button collection. At the bottom is a copy of her poem: JOY.
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by June | Jun 1, 2017 | Blogposts
We hugged at the top of the front porch steps. then, with a smile and a “Bye, Mom, I’m off!”, he ventured down the steps and out to the sidewalk … alone
yet not alone … I was three paces behind him … to catch him if he fell … to hug him if he felt afraid … to cry with him if he injured himself … to laugh with him if he giggled … to reroute him if he got lost … to protect him if he ventured off track … to smile with him when he reached his destination … to feel pride that he had walked to school “on his own” because for days we had practiced the route and he knew that I would be “with him” … following close behind … giving him that sense of independence … and sense of security he knew that the One who loved him unconditionally was with him
in ways that may have been … indefinable … undetectable … inexplicable, yet oh so very real
That’s how I see the Creator … always present … allowing me space to be independent … encouraging me to make my own decisions / choices / mistakes and go my own way, aware that the One who unconditionally loves me is with me in ways that are often … indefinable … undetectable … inexplicable yet oh, so very real.
An aside: While the original photo was damaged, the memories it evokes of that oh-so-long-ago morning when my son, Tod, proudly walked to his first day at kindergarten and I walked behind him are irreplaceable. When he stopped, turned around, showed me his first-ever watch with a huge grin on his face and shouted with such delight, anticipation and excitement in his voice “I’m going to school!“, my heart melted. This photo recalls each treasured step of that walk to his first day at school when he was “alone – yet not alone.”
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An aside: While the original photo was damaged, the memories it evokes (of that oh-so-long-ago morning when my son, Tod, proudly walked to his first day at kindergarten and I walked behind him) are irreplaceable.
When he stopped, turned around, showed me his first-ever watch with a huge grin on his face and shouted with such delight, anticipation and excitement in his voice “I’m going to school!”, my heart melted.
This photo recalls each treasured step of that walk to his first day at school when he was “alone – yet not alone.”
by June | May 28, 2017 | Blogposts
My friend Regina, came to church today and the children openly welcomed her and didn’t make fun of her large hands or strange-looking face or the fact that she wears a wig and has no hair because of the cancer treatments. And then we sang Daniel Nahmod’s “One Power.” “There’s one power … it’s the power of the love in you and me.”
Three brave men tried to thwart an anti-Muslim rant and attack on two women in Portland, Oregon. Ricky John Best and Taliesin Myrddin Namkai Meche died in that attack. Young poet Micah David-Cole Fletcher remains in hospital and wrote this poem shortly after the attack: “I am alive/ I spat in the eye of hate and lived/This is what we must do for one another/We must live for one another/We must fight for one another/We must die in the name of freedom if we have to.”
Ricky and Taliesin died, knowing and believing in “the power of love in you and me.” Micah and the children in church who greeted Regina with such love, know about “the power of love in you and me” that is stronger than hatred. We must hold onto that truth … ‘real’ truth … not alternative truth.
There is power in love.
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