For all its claim to be another long month (31! days), March seems to have slipped through my fingers. And I am grateful for my journaling practice and this space to remind me … no, it didn’t.
On the pages of my journal, I found hope in fresh starts. strong women. crossing boundaries with an open heart. choices. love. stillness. energy. inspiration. dots connecting. seeing the sunrise on my morning walk. birdsong. Queer Eye. On Being. changing my mind. contemplative practices. Spring! meetings with my confirmand mentee about drafting her faith statement.
In this space, I’ve shared bits and pieces of all that … plus those days when I found hope hard.
Last Friday, I listened to Krista Tippett and Teju Cole (podcast from February 28). Two big pieces of news hit my feed that afternoon … and I was feeling hopeless. His words struck home. hard.
with all the privilege I have and all that is working out for me and all the access I have to certain forms of concentration, how dare I be hopeless?
HOW DARE I BE HOPELESS?
Then the church newsletter arrived in my inbox and reminded me about the intergenerational project our Children’s Ministry is spearheading for Lent. Cultivating and Letting Go.
I was sitting in that chair on the left this afternoon, working on a prayer shawl for our confirmands. My intentions … seemed right
Again, many thanks to Juliann for hosting our monthly meet-up.