Holy Hospitality

This weekend I welcomed in a dear, sweet friend.
This week the community will welcome in many for Holy Week.
This Holy Week may we welcome in the Paschal mystery to our hearts.

As my friend and I took a windy, wonderful walk along the peninsula on Saturday, we spotted some surprise, unexpected hospitality on the sand. Check it out (from many angles)!

Let us walk in the holy presence.

Total Freedom

I spent some time earlier today trying to figure out what I wanted to write in this entry. Then, I was laying in bed (after finishing a Netflix cooking show, of course) and I realized: You never wrote on the blog today, Val.

So, my mind starting going again deciding what to write. I had about twenty different ideas pass through my head, and then I realized: You can write about whatever you want, Val. So, I decided I would just write about something completely unrelated to any of my ideas.

Jeopardy!

On Tuesday night, we were watching as the new champion began his second day on the show. It was very close to Final Jeopardy. The contestant had a little over $19,000, and he landed on the Daily Double. How much did he wager? Well, $19,000, of course.

I was appalled. How could he possibly do such a stupid thing?

But as I think about it some more, how wonderful that he wagered $19,000! And maybe he was just being greedy, but maybe not. Maybe it didn't matter to him if he lost everything because taking the risk was totally worth it. Maybe he felt an incredible sense of freedom, not worrying about what would happen if it didn't work out the way he hoped. Maybe he was giving me an opportunity to watch someone living free of the outcome. Maybe one day I will learn how to do that, too.

Let us walk in the holy presence.

An Entry When Writing Even A Single Accompanying Word Would Be Superfluous

Let us walk in the holy presence.

Cooked

I thought it might be nice to take a break from all my reflections to tell you about another part of my life...

TV.

Now, let me begin by telling you how confused I used to make my students when I told them I didn't have a television at my house. Of course, I have no idea how many televisions live in my current home, though it would be an interesting fact to research.

Besides the news, Wheel of Fortune, and Jeopardy!, my TV viewing is confined to Netflix, and mostly cooking shows at that. Two weeks ago I came across a Netflix original called, Cooked. Given everything I just wrote, you can tell that this show was right up my alley.

In the series, based on a book by the same name, Michael Pollan (also the author), explores four different elements of cooking: fire, water, air, and earth. And, he highlights four different people who are cooking well with those elements. (Side note: In the earth episode, the showcased person happens to be a Benedictine nun with a Ph.D. in microbiology making cheese.)

What I most loved about the show is that it wasn't about the food, while being completely about the food. More than anything though, it discussed our current food reality where we process so much of what we eat and do not pay attention to the entire process involved in getting food to our plates. Pollan gets a vegetarian to try (and enjoy) sustainably raised roasted pork, and he shows how the current techniques used to make bread do not allow gluten to break down as fully as a slow fermentation process, which could be leading to the gluten intolerances that we see everywhere today.

Pollan reminds us that cooking consciously and well is an act of nourishment, of love, and isn't that what matters?

Let us walk in the holy presence.

(from Google Images)

The Fountain of Youth

I try to consider all of life a teacher, but if I haven't gotten the point across yet, children hold a special place in the classroom of my world.

Sometimes I don't know what I want to write on the blog, but eventually an idea comes together. On Friday, I read a few lines about kids in a book I am reading. I have had some great encounters with kids at daycare, and then I went to a running list of ideas that I keep for the blog, and one entry I saw was this poem. (You Should Avoid Young Children by Claire Keyes)

Because they fill their diapers
with reliable ease, sitting on your lap
or spread out on your best mattress.
Guilt is as foreign to them as vichyssoise.

Because they spread sticky fingers
over the piano keys, looking for you
to hoist them onto your lap. They slam
the ivories for the racket they can make.
Re-think your nap.

Because they are blank slates
on which so much waits to be written,
their eyes opened wide to take everything in,
including the lines around your eyes,
the pouches under your chin.

Because they manipulate the controls
on the TV, finger the holes in the electric socket,
stomp the cat’s switching tail only to smile
and gaze at you as if you held the keys to joy.

Because you can embrace them, but
you can’t bind them. Because they have nothing
to give you—and everything. Because
something loosens when they come around.
Something opens you didn’t know was shut.

I knew I would be writing about kids today. This week we end our winter season at SBC before the migrant season begins again after two weeks of in-service. We will say goodbye to a few kids in our classroom and welcome in some new faces.

The book I am reading is called The Four Agreements. The author uses Toltec wisdom to describe how we enter into the dream of the planet, which humans have created and which separates us from the true nature of life. In this dream we make assumptions, take things personally, use words to hurt, and settle for less than our best. But, the author, Don Miguel Ruiz, says that children are examples of what it looks like to live free from the dream.

If we see a child who is two or three, perhaps four years old, we find a free human. Why is this human free? Because this human does whatever he or she wants to do. The human is completely wild. Just like a flower, a tree, or an animal that has not been domesticated - wild! And if we observe humans who are two years old, we find that most of the time these humans have a big smile on their face and they're having fun. They are exploring the world. They are not afraid to play. They are afraid when they are hurt, when they are hungry, when some of their needs are not met, but they don't worry about the past, don't care about the future, and only live in the present moment.

I have much to learn from the children. One of my favorite things to witness is how they bounce back after being upset. You simply hug them, give them a new toy, and their attention is diverted. If only it were that easy! So, if you'll excuse me, I will be busy rolling around on the floor with some little beings this week, learning so, so much about what it means to truly live as a human.

Let us walk in the holy presence.

Dynamic Duos, continued

Don't you love it when you are reading some words, and then you open up another set of words only to find that not only are the ideas complementary, but they also speak to the very thing on which you are reflecting?

On my retreat this past weekend, it happened. Here is the duo:

From The Universe is a Green Dragon (as Thomas explains how relationships and interactions form new entities):
"This [conversation] reveals our cultural bias for analysis - the dynamic is as real in the life of the seas as it is in the realm of elementary particles. Each realm has its own integrity; the ocean can not be reduced to elementary particles. If you decompose the ocean into elementary particles, the ocean disappears."

From John Polkinghorne:
"Science treats the world as an object, something you could put to the test, pull apart, and find out what it’s made of. And, of course, that’s a very interesting thing to do, and you learn some important things that way. But we know that there are whole realms of human experience where first of all testing has to give way to trusting. That’s true in human relationships. If I’m always setting little traps to see if you’re my friend, I’ll destroy the possibility of friendship between us. And also where we have to treat things in their wholeness, in their totality. I mean…a chemist could take a beautiful painting, could analyze every scrap of paint on the canvas, would incidentally destroy the painting by doing that, but would have missed the point of the painting, because that’s something you can only encounter in its totality. So we need complementary ways of looking at the world."

To try to not pull everything apart...a dynamic duo for this analytical mind, indeed.

Let us walk in the holy presence.

My Favorite Line That I Read While Retreating This Weekend...

...from the book, The Universe Is A Green Dragon:

Youth: What is our fullest destiny?
Thomas: To become love in human form.

Let us walk in the holy presence.