Sunday, April 13, 2014

Spring Scavenger Hunt

This weekend I was determined to break the technology trend that has been set for my children since they were born. With the television first, then the iPhone, followed quickly by the iPad and computer, my children's eyes are drawn to the entertainment found easily on screens. I'm not anti-technology, I'm just pro beauty and nature and don't want to see either dismissed or replaced.

After a particularly cold and dreary winter, I was delighted to find both the weather and time inviting us into adventure. After some pancakes and a few princess and pirate cartoons, we were ready. Armed with scooters and a camera, we headed out the door for a Spring Scavenger Hunt around the neighborhood. The goal was to spot as many new spring blooms as possible.

Although our hunt did not play out as smoothly in reality as it had in my mind, we did manage to make it all the way around the block and to capture some gorgeous glimpses of creation in all of its glory. A couple of scooter mishaps and a run for the potty cut our hunt short, but we do hope you enjoy these beautiful and happy images as much as we do!

With love and light,
LT








































Thursday, April 10, 2014

Needing Polly Positive- My Messy Beautiful


You’ll have to forgive me, I’m a Pollyanna. I’m a glass half-full, overflowing kind of gal. I see opportunities rather than problems…most of the time.

I didn’t just get here though. It’s been a lifelong process, and I have to re-up my membership to the Polly Positives regularly.

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There are scenes from movies, quotes from speeches, moments in time that just stick with you. I still remember one of those significant lessons received as a five or six year old while sitting in my friend Rebecca’s sunroom; it’s where the TV in their house was. I don’t think anyone else was around. They had all seen the Disney classic “Pollyanna” before and had dispersed to other areas for play. I was mesmerized.

I hadn’t seen many movies in my young years. My timid, want-to-do-the-right-thing attitude wasn’t sure that it was ok if I sat there by myself watching it, but I couldn’t take my eyes away. Then she said it. Pollyanna shared the story of the Christmas that she had so hoped for the special doll and how all that had come in the mission barrel had been crutches. Crushed, she looked to her father for advice. Oh, Pollyanna, the heart so filled with expectation because she was so loved. I imagined her father’s face, too, because he loved her so. I imagined him downtrodden, and yet he said, "At least we can be 'glad' that we don’t have to use them," and Pollyanna smiled. GAME CHANGER! ATTITUDE CHANGER!

I still remember the orange tiles I was sitting on as I watched the movie. They were big squares. The windows were dark with night and the couches and chairs in the room were empty. I was alone but not alone. I had an extreme feeling of love. There was such greatness in that moment. Little did I know it at the time, but I was making a choice. I wanted to believe in the good. I wanted to believe that there was still life after tragedy. Suffering was not forever. No, you don’t have to stay down. You can get up! You can! And, that love surrounds you. All you have to do is accept it and be glad.

Now, you may not believe it because I am Pollyanna, but I have had down times since that pivotal moment. (Note: So have the rest of the Pollyannas. Pollyannas are not perfect. No one is. Go easy on them. You need them, and they hurt as much as you do. Spoiler Alert: Pollyanna lost both of her parents and fell out of a tree and became paralyzed, yet she still found a way to smile.)

I have experienced loss of self, loss of confidence, loss of direction, loss of love. There have been some seriously low points, but as I look back at them I recognize I was never alone and something or someone was always pulling me back to myself.

Ultimately, regardless of the kindnesses and support shown to me, I was the only one that could make the choice to re-engage in what I had been given.

In my lowest of the low I asked for help.

There was a phone call, about 9 o’clock a.m. to my mother, “Momma, I need help. I don’t know what’s wrong, but I know I need help.” My parents came to pick me up from school. I didn’t look at my friends. I left.

I walked away from the cocktail party. I called my best friend. “What have I done? I think I’ve made a terrible mistake. What have I done?” I had trusted someone I shouldn’t have.

I'm beating my hands on the floor. Is this the way life is going to be? Am I always going to be alone? Wait, I feel something. Is that peace? Oh, ok, I still feel sad, but I feel you. Thanks for listening.

It was noon; I was driving. I called my priest and said, “I thought I was making the right decision. Why does it feel so wrong? I’m confused.” 

I’m tired. I’m working long hours. Everyone needs me. I can’t find any time to be by myself and even thinking about trying to find that time makes me feel guilty. I’m a full-time working mom. And yet, my husband quietly does the dishes and fixes spaghetti.

So it still happens. I can still get a little lost, but I am a Pollyanna. I claim it. I want it.  This life is a gift. I want to enjoy it. There is so much love in the world. I want to share it, and I want to accept it. I want to celebrate goodness, and I want to try to make a difference. Being Pollyanna feels good. It feels so much better than giving into the darkness.

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I hope you’ll make time to watch “Pollyanna.” It’s an oldie but goodie. There are several scenes in which Pollyanna visits some grumpy neighbors who have given up on life. In their homes, she discovers they all have lovely prisms that reflect the sunlight and create rainbow images. Although the owners do not realize what beauty they already possess, Pollyanna does and wants to share those beautiful discoveries with others and to help those who are lost discover the beauty and love right under their noses. I love that through these simple prisms of light, she refocuses those around her and sets their hearts on fire with love. Their loneliness fades away. Through the light, through the rainbows and promises of love, she brings people together.

God, I don’t know what to pray sometimes, but I love you. Thank you for loving me. Although it is sometimes challenging and hard, I am so grateful for this life. I know I cannot do this without you. Thank you for holding me, guiding me and strengthening me for the journey. Thank you for recognizing that I have a tendency to close my eyes. I appreciate your continued effort to shine a bright light upon my face to wake me up so that I may find fulfillment in this life and recognize that I, too, can share love and kindness.
With love and light,
LT

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Sunday, April 6, 2014

God Goggles


It is Bonnie Malone’s birthday. I haven’t seen her or talked to her in years, but I love her, and I know she loves me, too. This fascinating and fun woman of whom I write is the vicar of St. George Episcopal Church in Maple Valley, Washington. I hope to visit her there someday and to walk the beautiful outdoor labyrinth that looks as if it has been there since God rested.

I had the pleasure of working with Bonnie and becoming her friend when we worked together at Calvary Episcopal Church in Memphis. She was certainly “called” there as the associate rector. At the time, I was just figuring out that my purpose there had been a call as well. So for Bonnie, who asked me tough questions that years later I still ponder and seek answers for, laughed with me until we both cried and encouraged my faith journey with passion, I write in her honor about God goggles.

I did not grow up studying the Bible. I grew up in church, loving God, singing hymns, praying and listening to lessons from the Bible, but I did not study it. I was familiar with certain stories. I went to Sunday School, I went to Vacation Bible School, I felt like I had a deep connection with God but I did not have a deep connection to the Word.

It was not until my early twenties and I had taken a job at a church that I began to question what my faith was standing on and work to strengthen it. Our congregation had been asked to consider our baptismal promises and what we were doing with them. Some people were offended by this line of questioning, which I found very interesting. It made me wonder; how am I doing with mine?

I had just been asked to be a godmother for the first time. I wanted to take this seriously. That too was an opportunity to review those baptismal vows. When I started reading them, listening to others read them aloud in class, discussing them, I started to cringe. Oh, no, I thought. I say I’m a Christian, but, oh dear, oh goodness, I don’t think I’m doing a very good job of what I signed up for.

I thought, where do I start? Where do I go for answers? I started studying the Bible. Bonnie helped me. She sat through Bible study after Bible study with other young women at the church. We were all in a similar boat, confused and trying to figure it out. We met in the Montgomery Foyer. We met in the Emison Room. We adjusted for schedule changes. We studied all of Luke. We looked at the Gospel lessons. We learned lectio divina, which had us reading the same passage several times and considering different perspectives in each reading. It was disjointed. It wasn’t easy. Sometimes there were ten people, other times there were two. Sometimes I showed up and it was just me. We were all different ages, all different stages. It took years, but we didn’t quit. I didn’t quit. I was determined. There was something to this Bible. There was something to the consistency in these stories. There was a rhythm…it was like a heartbeat…it was necessary…I had to have it…it was life!

Through all the different meeting times, different meeting spaces and different years that passed, I found my foundation. I realized the lessons in the Bible were my resources for how to live. There were all sorts of revelations and aha moments; they kept us coming back together for more. On one such occasion as we were discussing for the umpteenth time about opening our eyes, our ears, our minds and our hearts to God’s presence in our lives, I stuttered, “It’s like we need a different lens…It’s like we need to strap on our God goggles and keep them tight.” Eyes widened, mouths dropped open. What had I just said? We just need God goggles.

Bonnie had not been with us during the initial discussion. We were just regular non-collared folk gathering for our little lunch Bible Study. It was later that afternoon that I recapped the discussion for her in her sun-filled office at the end of the hall. It’s hard to image that she lit the room up even more when I talked to her about God goggles, but it’s the truth. She lit it up. This is the woman that had first explained to me the thin space between us and God, and she loved the concept.

So for Bonnie’s birthday, I’ve finally written about God goggles. She would want me to mention to you and ask you to consider the tie to water that goggles also have. I’ll let you explore that concept on your own, but consider your baptism and take a look at your Bible again.

It takes work to stay focused on the goodness of this life. The darkness tries to bombard us every day, but there are ways to shade our eyes to protect ourselves and others and to instead share light and love. Try reading the Bible consistently and discussing what you’ve read in a loving group of other seekers. Try going to church with regularity or praying. Walk the labyrinth, meditate, journal, volunteer, draw, paint, knit, cook or spend time exploring God’s creation. These disciplines might be just what you need to center and to remember that you are loved and that you have the ability to share that love with others. For me, studying the Bible is what gave me the inspiration and the strength to put on my God goggles. Life has been so much richer with them. I can certainly tell when I’ve taken them off and need to refocus.

If you have a chance to go to Maple Valley, Washington, I hope you’ll take the time to go meet Bonnie and ask her about the thin spaces between us and God. She lights up with the Holy Spirit when she talks about it. I’ve got proof on film.

Happy birthday, Bonnie! I would send you a pair of God goggles, but I know you already have a great pair.

With love and light,
LT