In a gathering yesterday, we were prompted to respond to: "What object do you feel like?" My response: "A kintsugi tea cup." Later, the prompt was to write a poem within 10 minutes on grief/loss. I am not a poet, but this is what bubbled up anyway: The cup that is me /shattered in the mist of morning / after a sleepless night / pieces scattered / everywhere / I slowly gathered the fragments / dipped them in the golden light of sunrise/ Even a fragile vessel can hold love again / fiercely, tenderly / with grace. ... One of my favorite writers/humans is Terry Tempest Williams who helped me to name an intention for the remainder of my life: to find beauty in a broken world. Your reflection/meditation today aligns well with that expansive perspective. Thank you. 🪷
I just want to thank you for your Meditations and let you know how much I appreciate them. They give me so much hope. Have a wonderful trip! You sure deserve it.
Oh, my…..my heart is full. There is so much in this, I’m overwhelmed. I’ll need to revisit many times to refill myself over and over. Holding my hands in front of me ~ open ~ and feeling the loss and what I still have ~ an actual visceral feeling of the hands of God holding mine ~ and saying aloud, “I will tend what remains” is something I will do often. Thank you so very much.
Hope you have a great trip! Thank you for this reading. Very inspiring. We move forward in Grace and Love, past the broken, and missing pieces; in steadfast peace that is the Christ within us that is eternal!
I got a taste of this at worship yesterday that was exactly what the early church and we are still up to as we grow in our Triune God. Last week, we had an apprentice organ maker (he is under 30) who is training for the Roman Catholic priesthood working on our organ.
This coupled up with me as a Lutheran, leading a United Church of Canada congregation brings change and adaptation clearly into focus.
For those of us who use a lectionary, Easter is full of these readings from Acts. The church will never be the same because of Philip in Acts 8 and Saul in Acts 9. It is never the same because of Lydia in Acts 16. And we would need God's help if we were faced with the influx of believers in Acts 2. I have never found our Triune God to be static in my life either. Praying protection for you as you are near to the geography of much war and conflict.
The most profound losses never go away or fully heal. We must build our lives around our most sacred grief to carry it "forward through change, loss, and time."
Broken, parts missing...
goodness stays, story goes on.
Holy whole enough.
Have a wonderful time!
I wish the women's side of the table could be filled in :)
In a gathering yesterday, we were prompted to respond to: "What object do you feel like?" My response: "A kintsugi tea cup." Later, the prompt was to write a poem within 10 minutes on grief/loss. I am not a poet, but this is what bubbled up anyway: The cup that is me /shattered in the mist of morning / after a sleepless night / pieces scattered / everywhere / I slowly gathered the fragments / dipped them in the golden light of sunrise/ Even a fragile vessel can hold love again / fiercely, tenderly / with grace. ... One of my favorite writers/humans is Terry Tempest Williams who helped me to name an intention for the remainder of my life: to find beauty in a broken world. Your reflection/meditation today aligns well with that expansive perspective. Thank you. 🪷
I just want to thank you for your Meditations and let you know how much I appreciate them. They give me so much hope. Have a wonderful trip! You sure deserve it.
Oh, my…..my heart is full. There is so much in this, I’m overwhelmed. I’ll need to revisit many times to refill myself over and over. Holding my hands in front of me ~ open ~ and feeling the loss and what I still have ~ an actual visceral feeling of the hands of God holding mine ~ and saying aloud, “I will tend what remains” is something I will do often. Thank you so very much.
Hope you have a great trip! Thank you for this reading. Very inspiring. We move forward in Grace and Love, past the broken, and missing pieces; in steadfast peace that is the Christ within us that is eternal!
I got a taste of this at worship yesterday that was exactly what the early church and we are still up to as we grow in our Triune God. Last week, we had an apprentice organ maker (he is under 30) who is training for the Roman Catholic priesthood working on our organ.
This coupled up with me as a Lutheran, leading a United Church of Canada congregation brings change and adaptation clearly into focus.
For those of us who use a lectionary, Easter is full of these readings from Acts. The church will never be the same because of Philip in Acts 8 and Saul in Acts 9. It is never the same because of Lydia in Acts 16. And we would need God's help if we were faced with the influx of believers in Acts 2. I have never found our Triune God to be static in my life either. Praying protection for you as you are near to the geography of much war and conflict.
Rev. Scott Brown, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
The most profound losses never go away or fully heal. We must build our lives around our most sacred grief to carry it "forward through change, loss, and time."
I just love this! Your observations and insightful and instructive. Thank you. I am glad you got to see the painting as it now is.