Old photos and old poems and incoherent rambling tonight.... the photos are from August 2 years ago when my camera didn't yet have the same issues it now has with focus and its light sensor. The poems are from my youth. I haven't written anything new in a while and I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel now.
This first one is a kind of secret love poem inspired by a book and author whose name I no longer remember. I read it during my Creation Theology phase. I googled my way to finding Mathew Fox and the book Original Blessings, which reminded me of the phrase creation theology, but I haven't been able to find anything that reminds me of the name of the author. Getting old and forgetting stuff really sucks. You know it's bad when even google can't get you there.
Anyway, among the thing I most remember was him writing about his experience of going to - I think it was Peru (it was somewhere in South America) and experiencing himself in a new and humble way because he was very verbal and even though he knew Spanish well, compared to the population, he was verbally a child. He was much more eloquent than I'm being. But I think sometimes when we are in situations that are new to us, we are able to open ourselves in ways we can't normally. I remember that my first solo vacation was to Jamaica. I'm very shy but because I was alone, somehow I made lots of friends there and experienced myself in a way that was different than my normal life.
But I'm just rambling. Here's the poem for what it's worth. I was in un or semi requited love with my pastor at the time. I wrote this for him (but that was a secret).
I and thouReaching out in fear and hopeRejoicing in our separate unity with GodAnd our togetherness with manI and thouReaching outward towards our deeper selvesUnclosing doorsTo let the stranger enter and be knownI and thouReaching out with open hands to GodOur lives a song of joyA psalm of praiseA prayer that flows unceasing from our soulsI and thouReaching out to love and lifeThe journey in itself a prayerThe joy of faith a benediction.- Katherine E. Rabenau
And then this little poem... the country feels so fractured right now... I just thought I'd share this one
LINCOLNMen have called me honestSaid that I was wise and goodBut all I saw was a nation, dying in my arms,Burning with a fever I could not quell.- Katherine E. Rabenau
Some things I'm grateful for today:
- Neal Donald Walsh
- The ability to walk
- new cat toys
- pictures from 2 years ago
- the guy who wrote the book I can't remember the name of
HAVE A GREAT DAY!