I Cannot Pray
I cannot pray but I can dance rough praises in my feet and hands I cannot pray but I can sing the music that my… Read More »I Cannot Pray
Wendy Crumpler
Happiness is not a bar chart
Happiness is not a bar chart So much happiness for this day This much on another My happiness compared to your happiness Or Some universal… Read More »Happiness is not a bar chart
A Poem
Blossoms fall that fruit may ripen Loveliness gives way for something more substantial that too will fall or fade or flow through some dark passage… Read More »A Poem
Maundy Thursday
Today is Maundy Thursday, a holy day (along with Yom Kippur) that moves me and feels particularly important. This was the day Jesus made the… Read More »Maundy Thursday
On Beauty
I’ve heard professional photographers talk about the shots they’ve taken. The why, the how, the when of a particular picture. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard one speak of the picture that they didn’t take, that they wished they had taken. Perhaps that’s why they are professionals—they’re rarely without a camera and usually ready for that moment of grace when a picture presents itself.Read More »On Beauty
I am the Sea
I am the sea moving A restless rhythm Headed somewhere unknown Some shore I’ve never visited awaits And whether I’m ready or not I move… Read More »I am the Sea
I Am Here
I am here To face this moment This instant This place of all places This space of all spaces This Now My demons The Wreckage… Read More »I Am Here
The Existential Pee
I believe we humans are actually spirit and don’t require bodies to exist. Yet, here we are in physical form, ensconced in flesh. There must be a reason, something to be learned or gained from carrying around this hunk of meat everywhere we go. My view is the body connects us to nature, giving us information about the third dimension we inhabit. When we check in with our bodies, they also serve to inform us of our emotions and how our thoughts affect those emotions. The body is a better barometer of what is actually going on with us than the mind. The mind can justify all sorts of atrocities, but only a closed heart will fail to report the truth.
Being squarely in the body is of paramount importance to me, and yet I still sometimes have difficulty listening to my own body/heart instead of my intellect/conditioning.
This is where the pee comes in.Read More »The Existential Pee
A Watched Pot…
…does actually boil. I know because I watched mine this morning. The old adage is not about temperature or water or pots, but you knew that already. The old adage is about patience, how standing over something, willing it to grow or boil or take flight, doesn’t help the process go any faster. If you’re like me you’ve interpreted this to mean, do something else while the pot is heating up—that way you won’t waste time. This is how I’ve mostly lived my life, multi-tasking, slipping 5-minute jobs in between longer efforts. Now, as I enter and activate this slowing down period of my life, I wonder if I haven’t missed a great deal of life by trying to pack everything in. It’s scattered and tense and timed and impatient. And isn’t that exactly what we’re being told about watching that pot. Don’t be impatient?Read More »A Watched Pot…
A Little Bit Lost
Traveling with my friend this summer brought up an interesting question—how do I feel about being lost?
I get anxious when I’m with another person. Especially if I’m with another anxious person who’s driving the car while I’m navigating from shitty Google Maps’ printed directions. When I’m by myself, I actually like when I’m a bit lost.Read More »A Little Bit Lost