words, photo, and painting by Keren Dibbens-Wyatt
It is 1977. I’m six years old and the Queen is about to celebrate her Silver Jubilee. It’s a pretty big deal. Everyone is organising events and parties. I am going to be in the school choir. For some reason, we are singing a medley of songs from the musical Oliver. There is certainly a lot more food, glorious food, around than usual. Red, white and blue cakes with silver orbs on them. That you can eat the little globes of space-age metallic icing blows my tiny mind.
I was bought a long brown dress with flowery panels (think your Granny’s curtains and you won’t be far off) to wear for the concert. My best friend’s Mum has made her a white one with Union Jacks on it. Later in life she will doubtless be one of the kids who never forgets her P.E. kit or ingredients for Home Economics. I won’t know, because in a couple of years my whole world will change and I’ll lose touch with her.
This same year is when my teacher tells me I have no talent for art after all. She seems more disappointed than I am, and I won’t discover she was wrong until I’m in my mid-forties. Here and now, I spend most of my time alone with my library books or my imagination in our garden and the plum orchard behind it. I build broomsticks which inexplicably fail to fly, and see how many skips I can do with the rope before I fall over (clue, not many) watch bugs, listen to birds, pretend I am a tiger in the grass and help my Dad shell peas.
When we move, two years later, I am heartbroken. The gardens we will have from now on will seem tiny in comparison, and the houses too. I feel folded away, packed into smaller and smaller spaces as I get older, disaster after disaster appears to befall me. Bad choices anyway. I don’t remember the Golden Jubilee. There must have been one. I’m too busy being a catastrophe. But eventually a catastrophe who prays. This saves me.
By the time I’m fifty, I’m squashed into one room of a damp bungalow by a debilitating illness. Yet I have found ways to fly back to that garden of imagination. I write and I paint. Astonishingly, with practice, quite well. I surprise myself. I have a book published and have completed many more. Portfolios stuffed with art line the room. My beloved was a rare, good decision, and he keeps me going. We survive, somehow, two broken origami kits with lost instructions. Folded, scored, uncertain of what shapes we are meant to be.
And then, everything changes again. We have held on so tightly, so desperately, we struggle to believe it. A new place. Social housing, still, yes, but in a rural setting. The rooms are large, airy, cool, clean, dry, free of mould. There is space to breathe. There is a garden. It is huge. There are oak trees next door, squirrels, rose bushes, birds everywhere. I can’t get outside much, but I can see all the green pouring in through the windows. It feels like coming home.
It is 2022. I’m fifty-one years old and the Queen has just celebrated her Platinum Jubilee. So much has changed. So much is the same. The seasons of life have overtaken us. Her Majesty is very elderly now, clearly unwell after Covid. She is tired. She has been a constant, a compass, a stalwart, a fulcrum for the nation. God bless her.
I’m still ill, still not likely to burst into songs from Oliver any time soon. I don’t know how long I’ve got here. But I can breathe again, I can hope again. There are books to write and somehow, I’m starting to believe people might read them. I want to speak hope into the lives of the desperate, tell what I know of hanging on to the truth that God is love, even in dark, dank corners. I want to give that six-year-old me the magical stories that kept her going, and the thirty-year-old me spiritual guidance. I want to reach out with my imagination and paint my roses and push on the backs of wardrobes, and let myself bloom in the garden.
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A couple of years ago I wrote a post that talked about how, when we name something we give it value. It was recently reposted on the Circlewood blog, a great reminder for me of the importance of knowing people, nature and objects wherever we are, well enough to name them.
Shortly after, in preparation for my last Facebook live session with Lilly about sacred space, I reread a great little book by Daniel Taylor: In Search of Sacred Places: Looking for Wisdom on Celtic Holy Islands. In it, he mentions that everything on Iona has a name and when we name things then we begin to value them. Those names often tell the history of the island too. Columba, the famous Irishman who established a monastery there over 1,400 years ago, came ashore at what is now known as Columba’s Bay. The hill behind the bay is called Cairn of the Back to Ireland, or Back Turned to Ireland. In other words, these Celtic saints knew they had come to stay.
The name we know someone or something by really does matter, and as a place gets developed the names around us often hauntingly reflect a landscape and a people that no longer exists or else they are changed so that the history is forgotten or devalued. Or we give them generic names – streets and houses are numbered not named and our primary landmarks are the mall and the commercial district, not the bay or the lake on which they are built. In fact those once upon a time landmarks may have been destroyed to give us our modern cities.
One advantage of the COVID lockdown was that it sent us out into our neighbourhoods and many of us learned the names of the shops and the landmarks that surround us, for the first time. Some of us were awakened to the beauty and value of the place where we live and the people we live with, for the first time. Interestingly, it seemed to me, that by doing so we not only learned to value what we saw. We also learned to value ourselves more as important elements in the midst of our environment as well. Many of us learned – I matter here, and now. I matter because of my connection to this place.
As I said in the Circlewood post: In Landmarks , Robert McFarlane explains that when the moorland on the island of Lewis in Scotland was in danger of being converted into a major wind farm that would have permanently destroyed the countryside, the residents realized they faced a challenge. They needed to re-enchant people’s perception of the moor so that it had intrinsic value. They mapped out the moor and its walking paths. They gathered poetry and songs. They heightened people’s awareness of the descriptive language of plants and landscape. Re-enchanting the moorland came through the naming of every detailed part of the moor. This gave it value in the sight not just of the islanders but of the whole country. And the moorland was saved.
This example inspired me not just to rename the animals, birds, and people around me, but also to learn the hope-filled names of places and plants given as the results of destructive actions, replacing violence with language and symbols of the peace that surrounds us. My mind always goes to the peace rose that has an incredible history of survival and naming as a result of WWII. Then there are the trees that survived the horrors of the Hiroshima nuclear explosion. There are 170, known as peace trees. Seeds from them are now being sent around the world. There is also a pear tree that survived the 9/11 terrorist attacks. It is known as the survivor tree. I find hope and inspiration in the resilience and survival of these trees. They encourage me to believe that by renaming important structures around us, we could one day see an end to war, gun violence, and the destruction of creation.
I wonder if one of the challenges we should all give ourselves in this post-COVID season is to continue to get to know our neighbourhoods and our country in this way and not just learn it by the names that places have now, but by the names that it used to be known by. I love that Uluru, the huge rock at the centre of Australia, was returned to the name given it by the aboriginal peoples after 100 years of being called Ayers Rock. In so doing not only did the rock gain value as the spiritual centre the aboriginals saw it to be, but also as an important distinctive landmark for all Australians.
This year I recommend a different kind of neighbourhood walk for us all. Start at the library. Find out if you can, what the native people used to call the landmarks around you. In some situations you will find yourself grieving for the trees that were cut down, the habitats lost and the people displaced by our building of houses and commercial districts. Is there something you could do to raise awareness of these names and their significance for other people in your neighbourhood? Are there ways you could bring about a renaming of these places to once more speak of the people that lived here and the nature that was destroyed?
I am about to make some major changes in my garden. Part of my intent is to add more native plants that speak of the history and the ecology of this place and not of the European countries whose descendants now dominate it. I feel that steps like this can help us deepen our connections to the land and make us value it more. What do you think?
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A contemplative service with music in the spirit of Taize. Carrie Grace Littauer, prayer leader, with music by Kester Limner and Andy Myers.
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by Joy Lenton
Then…
We’ve gathered together for the feast of Pentecost, like bewildered sheep who have lost their shepherd. An air of uncertainty hangs over us. A frisson of anxiety haunts our days and nights. What will happen next? Will the authorities come after us?
Jesus has ascended to heaven, left us feeling bereft even though He promised us His Peace and the gift of the Holy Spirit. But we’re unsure what that means for us. Meanwhile, we take comfort from one another as we reminisce about the good old days when He was still with us, and the great miracles we witnessed.
Tears and laughter mingle as we share our stories. It feels good to look back because looking forward is much scarier. We’ve already lost Judas and appointed Matthias in his place as one of the twelve disciple witnesses of our beloved Teacher and friend.
As I rub my beard and muse into my drink, there’s a sudden rushing noise outside. A strong wind or a violent storm seems to be developing. But wait a minute… it’s in the room we are in! How can it be? And oh my goodness, the place is on fire. It must have been struck by lightning!
However, as I anxiously search for the exit and check on those present, I realise these tongue-like flames are not burning anything. Instead, they settle over our heads like a benediction kiss. A warm glow develops inside, and euphoric joy rises in my heart and mind.
Our tongues loosen themselves into languages we are unfamiliar with, yet they appear to be understood by those listening outside. Some are awed and amazed to hear us simple Galilean fishermen speaking their own native tongue, while others are convinced we’ve become drunk.
We’re awestruck by these events but I somehow discover I have the courage, wisdom and words to speak to the gathering crowd and explain what is happening. As I speak, passages from Scripture resound in me with a deeper understanding than ever before.
Now…
Like tongues of fire
You came like licking tongues
of fire, alighting lightly,
mimicking a devastating
forest inferno that clears
the undergrowth, sweeps through
with great power and might,
makes way for new plants to grow.
But you swept into a room,
into tongues, minds and hearts,
filling them with power
as you cleared out the cobwebs
of fear and uncertainty,
made way for the new, the brave,
the strong, the hope-filled and free.
Oh Holy Spirit, how we need
you now to return in power,
fire up the fading embers
of our hearts, refuel us
inside with holy hope and joy,
increase our love for man and God
provide your wisdom and insight.
— joylenton
A Meditation Exercise:
Pause—linger a while—with open hands, open heart, and open mind.
Catch your breath—inhale the fragrance of Spirit—an unseen, invisible, yet immensely real presence.
Let it flow—right through your lungs—like liquid gold, filling and spilling, unlimited and uncontainable.
Hold it fast—so it can leak freely into your heart— beat strong, invincible, giving courage as your soul’s true North Star.
Exhale slowly—a holy wisp of wind—let it blow wherever and however it wishes to a place of hopeful, faith-filled waiting.
Begin again—gently inhale and exhale—until you find a releasing, an outpouring of joy and peace seeds in the mind.
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Photo credit – both Pentecost images by Gerd Altmann @pixabay.com
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Wednesday this week, Christine and I held a Facebook Live discussion* about pilgrimage and sacred places. I got to share a bit about my recent art pilgrimage to Scotland on the Isle of Iona. Iona has been a place of pilgrimage almost since its founding by St. Columba in 563AD… more on him next week!
I believe in the practice of pilgrimage. Taking time out of our regular life to go on a journey of discovery with God. In the practice of pilgrimage, I have taken students to Holy Island, climbed Crough Patrick in Ireland with my family, visited the Red Light District in Amsterdam, walked the beaches of Normandy, and lived in community on Iona for a week. The Red Light district was one of those gifts of Pilgrimage where the Holy Spirit takes you somewhere you didn’t expect. Our air BnB happened to be right in the middle of everything and this led to some great discussion about where Jesus would go and love people if he were in Amsterdam. Pilgrimages have taught me to think as a pilgrim in my regular life too. They have taught me to take time to notice what God is doing around me and to see interruptions as gifts rather than a curse.
crough patrick in ireland
Why a pilgrimage?
For centuries faithful men and women have journeyed together to sacred places.
Think back to Abraham and Sarah going to the Promised Land (Genesis 12:1), or the children of Israel going up to Jerusalem every year to worship (songs of ascents in the psalms) and perhaps you remember the colorful pilgrims in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales from English class. Today people still go on pilgrimage. Some go to Jerusalem to walk the places where Jesus walked and to see where the events of the Bible took place. And young people from all over the world journey to Taize, in France to sing and pray together and live in community. Others walk the Way of St. James in Spain to Santiago de Compostela, known as the Camino.
And I just followed along with Will Parsons as he traveled the Old Way along the southern coast of England where he is reopening an ancient pilgrim trail that I would love to walk someday soon. https://www.facebook.com/pilgrimtrust/?timeline_context_item_type=intro_card_work&timeline_context_item_source=100004325043985
These modern pilgrims seek to connect with God. They are journeying to “thin places” where heaven and earth seem to touch and where they can experience God and feel God’s presence. God speaks to us in the thinplaces of life, along the edges where life is less busy, less noisy and when we are less preoccupied with the worries of everyday life. God speaks to us in community, because we need each other to grow and expand and process our faith. All of these things can happen on pilgrimage. We too can grow on and in our journey of faith by practicing pilgrimage!
On pilgrimage we can live this out eating together, living together, learning together, traveling together. On pilgrimage, everyone participates. No one just gets to observe. The leaders and participants are all pilgrims. Leaders act as spiritual directors and curators of the experience, but they don’t just direct things. The leader is a pilgrim and is able to engage God and process too.
Become a Pilgrim
The Mindset of a Pilgrim.
As pilgrims, we are NOT tourists, we are not just on a trip to see sights, but we are there to be present and learn.
As pilgrims, we are open to new things, new people, new experiences and new places.
Each person that one meets on pilgrimage is a gift, from the crying baby, to the bus or taxi driver, to the person you stand behind in line. And even interruptions are seen as opportunities to see God at work. We ask, “What is God showing us and teaching us through this?” As pilgrims, we are on a journey directed by the Holy Spirit and it may not always turn out as we’ve planned! Like standing up on a train from London to Newcastle because you didn’t have the right tickets! You have to ask, “What is the Gift in this Jesus?”
Pilgrimage gets us out of our comfort zones and our regular routines. And it helps us establish habits and practices that can carry our relationship with Jesus beyond the bounds of a church or youth group.
What do you do on a pilgrimage?
We Journey together to a new place.
Pilgrims Live and work in community.
Practice silence.
Practice listening.
Teach and learn from each other.
We have a question to ponder.
Sometimes, we have a saint (or famous Christian ) to travel with and learn about along the way.
There is time to process and ask questions about what we’ve learned as we travel.
There is time for Biblical reflection or reflection on the place, the people and a time to journal or create from what the place inspires.
There is time to Rest and just Be with God.
And we take time to learn from the pilgrims who have gone before us.
Pilgrims have an opportunity to meet God on their own…on pilgrimage we ‘create space” to meet with God.
You don’t have to go out of the country to go on pilgrimage, you can go on pilgrimage in your own country and even in your own town.
A mini pilgrimage might include a day trip around your city…praying for the people you see along the way…praying over the police station, the city hall, the fire department, the hospital, buying lunch for a homeless person and listening to his/her story. Worshiping with another congregation in a different flavor.
A local pilgrimage might be Hiking in silence along a trail while pondering a passage of scripture and discussing it at a certain point along the way, processing it together, having time to journal on your own and hiking back out in silence. And processing the experience …
You also might consider a pilgrimage to a “Holy Place” near you…places where God has been worshiped for decades in and around your city/town. Christine mentioned a friend who researches the oldest church or place of worship in the places they travel to and they plan a visit as a part of their experience.
Fisk Chapel
Or you might consider a Civil Rights Pilgrimage learning about the fight for justice in the South our even in your own community. I’ve been learning a lot about the rich history of North Nashville and the beginning of the Civil Rights movement at Fisk University.
You can do
Pilgrimage in your neighborhood
Pilgrimage in your city
Pilgrimage in your country
Pilgrimage out of the country
Pilgrimage from your computer…follow along with someone on the Camino de Santiago or another pilgrim route.
It just means you put on your pilgrim shoes to walk where God takes you and use your pilgrim eyes to notice what God is doing around you! Using Pilgrim ears, taking time to listen to the stories, learn from the people you meet, praying for opportunities and being aware of the Gift when the Holy Spirit interrupts you!
Remember that Jesus was a pilgrim. He wandered around the holy land for three years.
There was a lot of wandering around in the Bible…Abraham, was on a journey to a land that God had promised him…
Moses journeyed around with a bunch of rebellious Israelites for 40years…on a way the way to the promise land.
We too are pilgrims on the way, on a journey with Jesus. We travel together to grow and
“if Jesus is present and actively forming you through your relationship with him, this will take you somewhere!” (sadly I cannot remember who said this!)
Take some time to consider the Practice of Pilgrimage. Where could you go? Who would you want to go with you on your journey?
You might even do a food pilgrimage in your town and discover new restaurants started by people who have immigrated to your area from other parts of the world.
A Blessing for your pilgrimage as you begin a new season with Jesus
by John O’Donohue in To Bless the Space Between Us
May you learn to be a good friend to yourself.
May you be able to journey to that place in your soul where
there is great love, warmth, feeling, and forgiveness.
May this change you.
May it transfigure that which is negative, distant, or cold in you.
May you be brought in to the real passion, kinship, and affinity of belonging.
May you treasure your friends.
May you be good to them
and may you be there for them;
may they bring you all the blessings, challenges, truth, and light
that you need for your journey.
May you never be isolated.
May you always be in the gentle nest of belonging with your soul friend ( anam ċara.)
And I will keep you posted on my own pilgrim dreams. Working on more posts about the latest pilgrimage and hope to lead one to the UK next year the Lord willing!
You also might like to watch the movie “The Way” about a father who goes on pilgrimage, walking the Camino de Santiago
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* Editor’s Note: You can watch Lilly Lewin’s FB Live discussion on Christine Sine’s YouTube Channel, or click here
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It’s a hard season We’re all tired, feeling drained, full of grief, stressed out and overwhelmed by our anxiety and fear for the future. The recent school shooting in Texas means kids here in the U.S. are afraid to go to school. The war in Ukraine and other hotspots around the world battle for resolution and it seems as though the pandemic will never let go. How do we cope? How do we find the resilience we need to keep moving forward with joy in our hearts and God’s vision of peace and justice as our focus?
One creative practice I discovered really helps me in the midst of all the turmoil and chaos of our world is the creation and use of my contemplative gardens. And to my delight I am discovering some of you are finding that same joy after reading Digging Deeper. So it’s time for all of us to dig deeper and get our hands dirty in my new book. If you haven’t got your copy of Digging Deeper: The Contemplative Art of Gardening yet no worries. I enjoyed writing this so much and am so encouraged by the early responses, that I have decided to give away a couple of copies.
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words and pictures by June Friesen
Parent/parents – a word that calls to mind a myriad of thoughts, often different for each and every one of us. As I pondered this phrase, I could not help but think about how different parenting is today from years past. The word parent or one’s understanding of parent will differ from person to person, from culture to culture and from era to era. This year’s theme is dedicated to all parents throughout the world who work, suffer and sacrifice for the comfort of their families. As I read this theme and pondered it, I could not help but think of how the experiences of parents are all unique and different, even if we live in the same community, culture and even families.
As I searched through my photos, I also was reminded of all the changes that have occurred over just my own lifetime. In the photo below there are three generations as well as two distinctly, well maybe three, families represented here. I am the little girl with my mother, and both of my grandmothers. My mother’s family was poor while my father’s family was quite well off financially (even during the depression). I learned throughout my childhood how much sacrifice and suffering my mother’s parents went through as they raised their children. My parents taught me through their own example how to not only help family (as they helped my mother’s family – parents as well as her siblings from time to time) but also to reach out beyond family and help others as well. There were times when I knew we did not have much extra but we always packed boxes of extra produce from our garden to help others and also put together boxes of meat and canned produce at holiday times for families. With these experiences in mind as well as my own life experience as a parent/grandparent and also foster parent I am well aware that work, suffering and sacrifice may be a part of our lives sometime in our lifetime.
So how do we show parents appreciation for all of their efforts? How do we embrace parents of children who find themselves in poverty today? How do we embrace parents today who find themselves along with their children homeless? How do we embrace parents who are finding it hard to even meet their own needs by working because of the huge rise in the cost of living? Where does God fit in this current scene of life in 2022?
7 Because of you I look like an idiot, I walk around ashamed to show my face.
8 My brothers shun me like a bum off the street; My family treats me like an unwanted guest.
Do some people today relate to these two verses? Because of the situation that they find themselves in, have their biological families turned them away? Or maybe it is that their church families have turned them away? And worse yet – maybe both their biological and church family have turned them away. I am very conscious of this situation as I see families lose their housing due to rents increasing 25 -50 %. Some landlords choose to sell their properties for a great financial gain and new landlords take over and look for ways to end current leases and not renew others except at great rent increases. I ask myself in light of this theme: How is this showing any respect for parents of children? How is this honoring to parents who are trying to provide the basic needs of their children? As I am considering all of this, I become overwhelmed and wonder – what more can I do? And if someone remarks that you can always pray about it, I realize that words do not fill empty stomachs or provide shelter from storms, heat and/or freezing cold. We can confront employers and landlords but words so often fall on deaf ears as it is all about ‘me first’ in the present-day world. Let us look at another couple verses from the New Testament.
1-2 Watch what God does, and then you do it, like children who learn proper behavior from their parents. Mostly what God does is love you. Keep company with him and learn a life of love. Observe how Christ loved us. His love was not cautious but extravagant. He didn’t love in order to get something from us but to give everything of himself to us. Love like that.
Again, let us read the theme for this day: to all parents throughout the world who work, suffer and sacrifice for the comfort of their families.
So as people who are followers of God, we are to show love first of all to our physical children but I would venture to say that God would also want us to show love to other children around us treating them as we know God would want them treated. So, I am thinking that we need to be open to God’s care for children and people around us as He brings them into our path. My husband and I often say to each other there are no accidents with God – one who walks with God is on an adventure. And on that adventure each one needs to remember that God is walking before us preparing the path.
As I look back over my life, particularly as a parent, I can remember times when there was not money for an extra treat. But I am also mindful of the many times when God was indeed mindful of the ministry that we were doing for His kingdom and He would provide. One day it was a cheeseburger put in our order at a drive-through instead of a hamburger – we were not at home, our son was hungry, we counted our change and had enough for a hamburger. We ordered a hamburger, paid for it and were given our bag – when he opened it there was a cheeseburger. You can imagine our surprise and his delight. There were times when someone would show up with some groceries or money for groceries. I remember one day someone coming to my home and one of the things they set on the counter was milk. I was never so appreciative as the last milk had been used the day before and I was going to have to send my boys off to school without their regular breakfast. I recall the first house that we owned with bedrooms on the third floor and a bathroom in the basement. When it rained the water flowed into the basement at a steady pace but God opened up a door with the neighbor whose trade enabled him to repair the foundation break at a simple cost we could afford. It also built a relationship with a family we may not have reached out to readily. As our children grew up and I listened and still listen to them remember their growing up times – the memories they have and shared have definitely shown appreciation for the variety of things that they experienced.
We talk about places where we have lived as a family. We talk about the people we got to know, the things we got to experience. As I observe my children now as adults I see how they have also reached out to other young people encouraging them to grow into becoming responsible adults in society. I also have seen how they try to help others who are having struggles financially – they may not always be able to help them from their own resources but they will help them find the resources that they need.
As I close today I am going to make a few simple suggestions that each one of us can use from time to time to bless others along our pathway.
- Breathe a silent prayer for a family you see, meet or maybe live next door to.
- As you walk by a school, pray for safety for students and teachers as well as for the parents to have peace.
- Pray for parents not to get exasperated with their children as children struggle with their own fears and anxieties.
- Ask God if there may be specific ways that you can lend a hand of help and/or encouragement.
Each one of us can make a difference and together we can make an even larger difference. Let us take courage in these days and let us be found faithful by our God to cherish, nurture and pray for our children worldwide but more than that – LET US PRAY FOR ALL PARENTS, INCLUDING OURSELVES – that we will be conduits through whom God can continue to work in this world today. Let us build a network of sharing and caring through praying and being available to one another. Parenting is much easier when we share and care for one another supporting each other in any way we can.
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Ground yourself in the earth and its summer season where you live and find the ways that God is speaking through it – all the details can be found here!
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