Our Collective Journal
May 2016/ September 2016
"I have often felt a motion of love to leave some hints
in writing of my experience of the goodness of God."
What experience of the Light
comes to mind when you think
of your body as a teacher?
Supper at Emmaus ( Oil on Canvas), Caravaggio, circa 1606.
“When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight. They asked each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?”Luke 24:32 NIV
When skies are clear on Winter days, the sun beams through tall windows and sparkles across the 90-degree therapy pool. Often the only one present, I feel the freedom to twirl and splash. The salty water holds me upright. I... [more]
Because of injuries sustained in an automobile accident 27 years ago, I spend most of my time hooked up to an IV. I usually carry it on my back or push it around in a stroller, and sometimes my dog carries... [more]
My job was a coveted position and a rare opportunity for students in my program. It was part-time, it allowed me to learn from other professionals in my field, it gave me an opportunity to do what I felt called... [more]
Over the course of my life, I have cried many times while looking in the mirror. Some tears have been shed mournfully, and others, joyfully.
I came to view myself as transgender at seventeen years old. Within a few days of... [more]
For most of my life, my body has been a teacher of lessons I often didn’t learn gently: e.g., energy limits; reality checks on life choices because I am female, not male; limits when I stretch for knowing beyond my... [more]
I really want to write and the tremor makes me grateful for the computer, but my eyes keep returning to the waves. I hear the breakers crash, smell the ocean air, and feel the warm wind. Rhythm is in the... [more]
Glasses halfway down her nose,
Staring me down—
No ruckus allowed! Nagging me.
I repay her with all kinds of grief:
the same currency she grants me.
I cartoon her chin wattle, her saggy arms,
laughing at her... [more]
I am on a long journey, and my body comes along like a child in the backseat. Over and over, it asks me, "Are we there yet?" From the back seat, my body complains about motion sickness. It complains about... [more]
It starts in the legs and shoulders. A vague tension, a kind of nervousness that doesn't seem to be related to anything in particular. I feel it before I understand it. It's not always a feeling of something being wrong,... [more]
Before I left for Bolivia, I ran across this biblical quotation: “For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” Isaiah 41:13. Little did I... [more]
Tears streamed down my face. I sat next to my husband in the back row of our little Quaker meeting house while dear Friend Peg spoke about violence and guns and bearing witness and having hope. She spoke about honoring... [more]