The day that takes the most faith

Seems a day for the words of others.  Meg Casey’s thoughts on the solstice make me weep and feel a surge of wild hope at the same time.

But mostly, what I crave, more than anything is to be alone. Its the solstice and I feel the yin, dark, quietness and want to stay here. Some journeys are to be taken alone. I will continue my never ending quest to empty my life of clutter, of the unnecessary, and hope that maybe the magic of the winter solstice will make this clearing easier. I want to empty, empty my brain of thoughts, empty my closets of junk, empty my life of what is no longer needed. Maybe the clearing is the way through the darkness.

The ancients believed this is that day that requires the most faith. Before modern astronomy taught us about predictable orbits, only the most unshakable real trust would do. I wonder what it takes to touch that faith.

prayer

I wish you quietness, and the kind of rest that has you wake up feeling calm. And warm feet and glowing embers, and shortbread cookies or latkes and rosy cheeks or whatever sustains you. And tears if you need them, wet and cleansing.

These words render me mute by being all that matters.

And so I pass them on, and nod to you.

From Kate at sweet/salty. Beautiful.
As she alludes, there is nothing more to say (I think).

More Kelly

I am honored to again have my writing featured on Kelly Diels’ site, Cleavage. It is a high honor indeed to read my own sentences within the gilded cage of Kelly’s words. Hers is, in her own words, the “flesh poetry of experience.”

Kelly writes about art, religion, politics, philosophy, and Bratz dolls with equal adeptness. Her voice is, over and over again, a tour de force of bravado and brilliance, laced with self-deprecation and self-doubt. She is wildly impressive and deeply human. I am privileged to be writing on her site.

Please click over and read my piece about Why I Blog (Why I Write).

Words that surround you

I loved Sarah’s post yesterday at Momalom about the words she surrounds herself with (literally, as in post-its on her computer and written on her desk). She asked people to share the words that they carry with them. She then tweeted them all day and I loved reading the words that comfort and inspire others.

I am surrounded by words myself. I joked to Sarah that asking me to pick the ones that were dearest to me was like asking me to choose my favorite child. But it was a thought-provoking exercise indeed. I sent Sarah a picture of the 5×7 print that is propped up on my desk. I look at it every single day:

Sarah’s post made me think of two separate things. One is the physical space that we spend our time in, and how that space is designed or ornamented. What do we literally look at all day long? For me it is that print, a photograph of Grace and Whit, and a memory board stuffed with pictures of my friends’ babies. I put the baby pictures that come with birth announcements up there, and I’m several layers thick at this point. I love glancing up to see children that I know well know as infants.

Sarah’s words also made me think, though, about the words that run in our heads. The quotations that make us think, make us feel safe, remind us what it’s all about. I answered her post quickly, giving her a couple of quotes that I think of at least several times a day. And then I ruminated on it all day long. And in fact I think there are two more that are more essential to me. These are the words that I wrap around myself when I feel confused or lost. These are the words that both shake me out of complacency and help me believe everything will be okay.

I will try to give thanks for gifts strangely, painfully, beautifully wrapped. – Rebecca Wells, The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

“Life gives us what we need when we need it,” she said. “Receiving what it gives us is a whole other thing.” – Pam Houston, In My Next Life

Kelly Kelly Kelly!

I am very honored to be guest posting at Kelly Diels’ new site, Cleavage, today.

Please go check her site out and read my thoughts on the Meaning of Life (small topic).

Also, major thanks to Sally for putting into much clearer words this morning what’s been percolating in my head:

You cannot think your way to right action. Instead, act your way to right thinking.

Okay. I am trying.