One of the reasons for my silence in recent months…
I promised myself for Lent I’d write.
But what to write?
The Urban Monastic is on pilgrimage. Okay, yes, but technically????
I’m homeless. And have been. Since the beginning of February.
Roving from shelter site to shelter site (literally a different site every night of the week) while the shelters last (we have no year-round shelters, so only ’til the end of March) is a pilgrimage right enough. Granted it seems a bit like the kind of pilgrimage Pooh and Piglet took around a tree — following their own tracks in the snow and looking for what made them — but time is moving in a forward and linear direction, whether I seem to be moving in anything but circles or not.
Circumstances are complicated, nuanced, and more than I really want to get into on so many levels. 2013 broke me, plain-and-simple. It is what it is, but…
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I’m lying awake for snoring’s sake.
I had to go to the bathroom, and snuck off down the outside corridor to the communal restroom beyond.
Over-lit, for 12:30 AM.
I came back, stopping to love the night sky — stars, planets, a waning moon in the east.
A dear friend lived very near the spot where I sleep tonight. She has been gone from this world longer than I knew (and loved) her in this life.
That haunts me.
She loved the stars — to watch them, to fall asleep under their watch.
These stars were her stars, but they don’t shine for her (I wish they did!).
She neither loved nor feared neither God nor Christ.
Eternity is a long time to love stars without my friend.
I will forever miss her…especially under the stars.
I cannot wait to close the book on 2013.
Then I am going to pour gasoline on that book.
Then I am going to set that book on fire.
2013 can go to hell which — seemingly — is exactly where it came from. I’d be happy to expedite the journey, thank you very much.
Here’s to a better 2014.
Extremely worthy of your time for a very good laugh from one of my favorite guinea pig blogs.
At the end of this summer, I purchased the best product ever to store my summer clothes. They were called “Space Bags”. The bags were advertised as ‘space savers’. You load you clothes or other items into it, seal it, and then vacuum out the air. Easy.
The day I got the Space Bags, I packed up 99% of my summer clothes into them, sealed it, and vacuumed out the air. I had these three flat bags that were about one-half of their original size. I just needed a place to store them. I decided the best place to put the Space Bags was under my bed in its ‘storage area’. Summer clothing stored, space saved, and it was all easy. Out of sight; out of mind.
*Fast Forward to December*
I was sleeping on Saturday morning when I heard a loud rustling coming from under my bed. “Alfalfa,” I…
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On love and frirndship from the sister blog — VKS
I posted this as my gratitude for yesterday on my Gratitude page. I have a Gratitude page, did you notice this? I update it daily, even when I’m not writing elsewhere. I thought this thought deserved its own post. Love you C & D!
Gratitude entry for 22 NOV 2013
I am grateful for dear friends who are dear saints
There is a great grace in the gentle and quiet love of abiding friendship, among the communion if saints, amid a rising storm (that exact sentiment being exactly why there is a communion of saints). There is so much grace in: “We will not try to fix you, to force you, we very much wish to just love you, please just be.”
But that can be a very difficult grace to embrace at times.
I’m getting better at it.
It is those quiet moments of love that Christ’s love is…
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From the sister blog, Thomas à Kempis on the love of God, found praying on a dark day.
I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked men, that you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them false. You have perservered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary.
Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love. Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. — Revelation 2:2-5b (NIV)
Friday was a rough day. A friend of mine has been very ill with something very serious. I helped her decide to skive off work Friday and go to the ER. She was waffling, and I told her not to waffle. She left Friday morning, and I didn’t have much information until after I got home Friday evening.
Thursday night I was waffling on whether or…
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