Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Grocery purchases of the day

the best smelling pineapple EVER
apples
mineolas
radishes
cukes
celery
roma tomatoes
roasted garlic bread
wheatberry bread
vanilla yogurt
firm tofu (x2)
ground round (x2)
brekkie tofu scramble mix
tofu salad scramble mix
gravy mix (x2)
four kindsa veggie soup - split pea, minestrone, black bean, plain ole veggie
uncle eddie's pb & cc cookies (x2)
aloe butterscotch candies (no refined sugar - they're pretty tasty!)
heather's concentrated cleanser
papaya poppyseed dressing
earth balance sticks
ecco bella lip crayon

and I think that's it - a tonna stuff on member day! With my discount it was $80, I think. Excellent priceage, especially since it's 80% organic foods (at least). Except for produce, I'm set for a good long while. Yay!

pocket full of posies

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Silence

Taken from Arimathea...

"... where there is emptiness, ignorance too is found,
but where there is abundance of the Spirit, no speech is possible.
At such a time the soul is drunk with the love of God and,
its voice silenced, delights in His glory."
St. Diadochos of Photiki.


Stillness, spiritual silence, is not simply the absence of talk,
of noise, of sound; it is the presence of attention.


The sense of the presence of God silences the mind.


Seeing is very different from hearing, and visual space is different
from auditory space. The things I see are before me, I go and
look for things, my visual field stretches before me. I can
hear things before me, beside me, behind me, even within me; I
stop and listen for things, I am at the centre of my auditory
field. Silent attention returns me to the centre of my being;
in silence I find myself at the still centre of all.

Silence is itself a disclosure of God's presence.
God cannot speak His Word in the depth of our being unless the silence
is there into which the Word can be spoken.


Stillness requires that we stop running away from ourselves,
stop rushing about, filling life with unending streams of activity
that serve to fill all the time and space available.
Constantagitation makes self-awareness impossible.

"Be still, then, and know that I am God."
Psalm 46. 9. BCP.

The Septuagint version of Psalm 46 (45) uses the word "scholasate"
- "be at rest,"- draw back from the endless battle, from the endless
round of activities, give yourself leisure, be still!
- and know that I am God.
Stillness is not the enemy of action. It is the
means of ensuring all our actions are suffused with an awareness
of the presence of God. We draw back into silence to become
aware of His presence at the centre-point, where we are attentively
waiting and listening. The silence about us becomes His word
to us, in us, in that moment, and allows us in turn to become
His word to the world about us.
If we can offer God a spiritual silence where His Word can be spoken,
the Word is spoken in the depths of our being,
and the Word of God speaks Himself in the
world of our relationships and interactions through our lips and
hands. He indwells us, and acts in and through us, so that we
co-operate with Him in the re-creation of the world.


"Intelligent silence is the mother of prayer, freedom
from bondage, custodian of zeal, a guard on our thoughts, a watch
on our enemies, a prison of mourning, a friend of tears, a sure
recollection of death, a painter of punishment, a concern with
judgement, servant of anguish, foe of license, a companion of
stillness, the opponent of dogmatism, a growth of knowledge, a
hand to shape contemplation, hidden progress, the secret journey
upward. For the man who recognises his sins has taken control
of his tongue, while the chatterer has yet to discover himself
as he should."

St. John Climacus. "Ladder." 11.


The average person talks for only a few minutes a day. Does
that mean the average person spends most of each day in silence?!
Far from it! For most of us, an interminable interior dialogue
continues unremittingly through our waking hours.

Absence of speech produces a merely external silence.
Interior silence requires the stilling of the chattering mind
voice. This is a disquieting experience. In silence I become
aware of myself - and this can be a lonely and frightening experience.

Noise, even interior noise, keeps reality out.

Sitting alone in silence or walking in silence, allows me to experience
and come to know myself in a way that transcends all images, all
concepts.


If we attain interior silence, we can give others the space to be themselves with us.

External silence lets the other speak
and lets me hear her voice. I become silent to listen and to
hear. Interior silence lets the other be herself in my company;
I become spacious for her.


Talkativeness is often a strategy for avoiding communication.
Not all silence has spiritual value. The numbed silence of shock,
the stunned silence after a loud noise, the silence of bewilderment,
insolent silence, the silence of word-annihilating rage are all
forms of silence, but none furnishes a probable birthplace for
the Word of God.


"All things lay in peace and silence, and night in her swift course
was half spent, when Your All-Powerful Word leapt down from Heaven,
from Your royal throne, and into the midst of that doomed land,
like a relentless warrior ..."
Wisdom.18. 14-15.

Me: With the richness of all these words, the depths to ponder, I find my self fighting for me to unleash a monologue in response. Oh that I might begin to calm myself and comprehend even the slightest depth of Silence.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Random things I like

Veg*n shepherd's pie *smack*

My new wedge pillow

Cinnamint toothpaste

Anonymously reading certain blogs

Not being pregnant

The smell of freshly cut grass

Getting over my phobia of spiders. Or working on it, I guess

Using the phone as a tool, not an obligation

Being woken up at 4 by Bear-lovins. Even though I hate the hour, I love the kitten!

Seeing the beautiful smiles on my M & G's faces. Knowing that they are genuinely happy little bugbugs.

TURTLES!

The smell of mint

Hearing my nun's voice

Snoopy's train (!!!)

Slowing down and catching up

Monday, April 04, 2005

My faith

Orthodoxy is a grounding, beautiful faith. It demands a lot of me and in return, brings me to God. Not a poor exchange in my book.

It equals us - men & women, rich & poor, thin & fat, young & old etc. We are all humbled before the Cross. We are all equal in our need for salvation. We are alone and together in our efforts before God. It is a communal faith, strengthened through the body of believers as we each work out our salvation.

It's not an easy path, yet it is straightforward and well traveled. We have the luxury of those who have gone before us - the luxury of their wisdom, their examples, their prayers.

I struggle with my faith, with the simple act of believing the words of the gospels. I am so accustomed to the stories, the parables, that I often forget to hear them. And when I forget to hear them, I forget them. My mind is busy with the frivolities of life - the whims and distractions of meaningless noise. As I begin to think about the Passion ahead, I know I must reel myself in, or better yet allow God to reel me in. I have not yet begun to repent and Holy Week is soon upon us. My only prayer is at once simple and difficult. I pray for His grace, forgiveness, for the beginning of my repentance.

God be merciful to me, a sinner, and have mercy on me.