Tag Archive | Life

The Cartography of Our Scars

Last week, a word on “Word of the Day” was cartography.

If you don’t know, cartography is the science or practice of drawing maps.

Hold that thought.

Then in one of my online communities, the topic was “Embracing my scars”.

I took about five minutes to write about it. Here is why they go together;

Our scars are like a road map. One laid out by a expert cartographer.

Our scars show us not only who we are, but where we came from.

The hills, the bumps, the ridges, the pleasant peaceful waters, as well as the water hazards. Straight and curvy roads. Smooth roads, and roads with ruts. All of these make our lives more valuable.

We see that we have come farther than we ever imagined we could, and like a new, snowy landscape, we have before us a place to make a new trail. Fresh new tracks.

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What will your map look like? Will the cartographer use straight lines? Or will it be a more adventurous undertaking?

We need both the straight and adventurous to make our lives interesting, and inconceivably valuable.

Valuable in that we can show others that they are not alone in their wanderings. We can show them the way we took to reach where we are now, or, we can help others to find a whole new way of making it all make sense.

Either way, the beauty of that map, will be strictly owned by you.

As Mr. Rogers was fond of saying, “There is no one like you.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crazy Women in Caves, With Oil!

I heard the following quote at a conference in 2007.

I ran across it again while reviewing my journals.

First the quote, then, why it was so important to me.

“David was in a cave with some crazy people and some oil.”

The back story on this (a study I did) comes from years of feeling inadequate, lonely, and unloved, until finally, after my mother’s death, I went inside myself. I slowly took myself away from  most forms of social activity. During that time I became increasingly unhealthy in my body. At one point, for a couple of years, it was difficult to even get off the floor to get a drink of water from the kitchen. I only moved when I absolutely had to. I had two engagements each week that expected me to show up, so I did. No more.

The healing part of this story is for another time, but when I began to heal, the Lord put on my heart that I was a cave dweller.

Now cave dwelling is fine. For a season. But it was time to leave the cave for a while.

I argued that He had provided me a pretty cool cave, and that I was comfy here. To which I heard, “Comfy is what you come back to, to rest, but to come back, you first have to leave.”

As the healing was beginning, I had a handful of gals come to my home once a week for coffee and a book study. I had shared with them that I was literally a crazy lady hiding out with my friends in my cave on Wednesdays! (Note, I still wasn’t LEAVING MY CAVE.)

First I looked up CRAZY – full of defects and imperfections. Thanks a lot.

Before actually leaving my comfy cave, I looked up caves in my faithful, old, blue, 400 pound Strong’s Concordance. (No Google or https://www.biblegateway.com/  back then!) I looked up all the cave words I could find. Over 20 references!

I won’t name them all, but here is a short list of things people did in/with caves;

  • Lived in caves
  • Bought caves for burials
  • Some belonged to families so that they could all be buried in the same place
  • Some kings hid in caves, then they were executed and placed back there after the fact
  • Mighty men and prophets hid in them and were fed there
  • They were used to sleep in when travelling
  • Eat. Rest. Strengthen.
  • Used as shelters and strongholds
  • Living places for the homeless
  • A place of death (plague)
  • A place of prayer
  • And even a hiding away from the Lord place

What is the oil for?

  • Beautification
  • Fresh oil meant prosperity
  • Lack of oil meant judgement, curse, agricultural disaster
  • Good oil meant stability and prosperity
  • Used to anoint and sanctify
  • Used to consecrate tabernacles – made the tabernacle “Most Holy”. If anyone “unholy” touched the “Most Holy” item, they would die.
  • Sign of the Holy Spirit

Now, here we are. Present day. How does that apply, and why must we leave our caves?

As you can see by the uses for the oil, it can be a pretty powerful thing. It can give stability and prosperity. It has power to give life, and to take it.

The cave, (our homes) are used for many of the things caves were. (Hopefully/fortunately not graves) We eat. We rest. We heal.

We have all this power (oil) in our caves, and we’re not using it.

We need to use our caves to pray, eat, rest, strengthen, then, we need to take our oil and use it for good. We can share it with those no hope.

That power is simply wasted when it is hidden away in a cave.

I have a friend who says that the world needs our words. Could those words possibly be the healing balm/oil that someone needs?

We have it, and we’re hiding.

We find comfort in our caves, but there are others, without hope, who can be helped by a little bit of our oil, if we can just leave our comfort but for a little bit.

So go. Spread your healing oil around and then, you can always come back to your cave to rest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roots and Rituals

 

 

Today on Writing Camp with Julie Jordan Scott, we were encouraged to take a favorite quote and use it as a writing prompt.

If you know me at all, then you know my favorite author is Billy Coffey.

My quote was found in his latest book “Steal Away Home”.

 “It’s the small things you take for granted that become very big things when they’re gone. Beneath the unanswered questions and secret fears of everyday beats the thin pulse of tiny ritual that serve to root us.” Billy Coffey

Here is what I wrote, 5 for 5 Brain Dump style (2x). If you don’t know what 5 for 5 Brain Dump is, Here to find out more about it.

I read a short piece once about a man who absolutely hated some little blue glass kittens that his wife insisted be on the front window sill. She put them there, he would move them. She put them back. Over and over, 30 or 40 years worth.

When his wife passed, he put those little blue glass kittens back on the window sill, to remind him of her.

My grandpa, used to complain and complain that he could not sleep through my grandmas window rattling snoring.

When she passed, he could only complain that he could not sleep without her snoring.

We have a large tray that our coffee pot, sugar, his coffee cup, a spoon rest and spoon sit on in our kitchen. Every day, when hubby makes his coffee, he sets the sugar on the counter. I move it to the tray. He takes it off.

It used to make me angry. Everyday. I really had to think of how much I would miss that if he were to pass.

Those little things. Those little rituals. How important will they be in the passing of time?

How are we rooted to these rituals?

I remember – They are exactly what life is about. And I smile.

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Healing…Touch

Scripture, The Holy Bible, is replete with examples of touch.

First mention of touch is in Genesis, when God tells Adam and Eve that if they touch the fruit of the tree, that they shall surely die. Genesis 3:3

It refers to becoming holy when touching the alter that is holy. Exodus 29:37

It refers to touching that which is unclean. Leviticus 5:3

It refers to he who touches you,  touching the apple of his eye: Zechariah 2:8

I could go on and on. 144 times the word touch is used in the Bible. (ESV)

The one I want to show you is this one; found in Mark chapter 16, the last part of the 18th verse;

They will lay their hands on the sick, and they will recover.

I’m not here to debate scripture, I just wanted to point out a thought I had some time ago about this verse. It showed up to me in conversation again last week. I’ve had much time to test my hypotheses on what I’m about to say, and I believe it to be true.

Notice, no where there in that verse does its say that you have to pray. No where in that verse does it say you have to speak. No dialogue appears necessary.

It simply says lay hands on. Touch. Hug? And they will recover.

It does not speak of what kind of sick; cold, flu, cancer, blind or deaf. It doesn’t speak of sick that is not evident in appearance; depression, mental challenges, fibromyalgia or a plethora of other things.

I have read stories, miraculous ones, where a newborn is close to death, when a sibling is placed touching their side or someone related or otherwise, holds on to them. Holds on to them like they are the most important thing in life at that moment; when suddenly, signs of life begin to return.

Many times, I have felt downtrodden, sad or just plain lonely, and someone holds my hand, puts their hand on my shoulder, or gives me a hug. No words. Just a simple touch. Amazingly, the despair, the sadness, the loneliness, begins to subside.

I have been a big proponent of hugs for a very long time. It’s a “Ministry” of sorts. I’ve hugged some, who simply refused to let go. When this happens I begin to imagine the energy of the Lord transferring from me to them. And you know what? I believe it does. When they finally let go, they say that they feel better.

Can you imagine? Something as simple as a hug, giving off healing power?

I know it’s true! I’ve read about it, seen it, felt it, and been a giver of it.

There is one disclaimer though. You have to “Know your audience” as they say. Not everyone is open to hugs, or even healing for that matter. (Imagine?) So you have to let them be. But for those who are open to it, a wondrous thing can occur.

So who’s with me? Can we all begin a hug fest today, and see where it takes us? There can be a whole lot of healing going on!

 

 

 

 

Brain Fog or Sinus Congestion?

Hello to all.

What I am experiencing this week is one of two things;

It’s either brain fog or severe sinus congestion.

Either way, things are running a tad slow upstairs.

So rather than just medicate, sit and wait it out, I thought I’d medicate, sit and read some old journals.

It’s always quite fun to see what you forgot you wrote.

I thought I’d share one or two of those writings with you this week.

It could turn into a foggy congested kind of thing or you could really enjoy it.

I’ll let you be the judge.

Here goes; from August 6, 2017.

When I Live With My Eyes Open I see …

When I live with my eyes open, I see trees. Green. Trees of every shade. I see trees with no leaves. Boney fingers reaching up into the sky, pointing out the clouds, and the birds, and the other trees. Those clouds I see can be anything I imagine them to be.

When I live with my eyes open I see people, where I was. People lost. Without a plan or a purpose, or someone to guide them. When my eyes are open I see their sadness, their emptiness, and their pain.

But with my eyes open, I can be that guide to gently show them how to be free.

It took me a while, but it was worth it, this living with my eyes open.

I am most grateful for sight, both physical and spiritual.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Bridges

Bridges come in many shapes and sizes.

Each built to withstand the elements surrounding it.

Simple beam bridges, may only cross a stream or a gully too difficult to traverse, and are seldom longer than 250 feet.

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A truss bridge is a superstructure meant to carry heavy loads.

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A cantilever bridge stretches over the obstacle, is only attached on the ends, and raises in the middle to allow for larger loads to go UNDER.

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An arch bridge carries the weight of traffic through the abutments on either side. These bridges are strong enough to carry trains.

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Tied arch bridges, or bow string bridges are constructed a bit differently, and the weight is carried through tension in the bottom cord of the bridge.

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Suspension bridges are suspended from cables. The earliest ones being ropes and vines. The cables hang from towers that are built deep into the ground below the bridge.

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Cable-stayed bridges, like suspension bridges, are held up by cables, but have less cables, and taller towers.

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But my very favorite bridge  of all is the Gospel bridge. It’s the one that God provided for us. It is built with eternity in mind. It bridges a gap that I can’t jump. I’m thankful to have a path to choose. One that is strong enough to carry a load that I could never bare.

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5 for 5 Brain Dump – November 30

Today’s brain dump held 2 prompts …..

  • Today I am shifting to …..
  • Today I am choosing to …..

If you don’t know what a Brain Dump is – You can go Here to Find Out.

I thought I’d share what I wrote. 5 minutes and go;

Today I am choosing to shift into joy about the holidays. The busyness, the twisting of the schedule. Choosing to enjoy it all, moment by moment. Choosing to see each moment with a new lens. Not the lens of bother, but the lens of gratitude. Not the lens of aggravation, but the lens of thankfulness for the ability to do, to be, to give. The lens of joy. The lens of friendship and hospitality. I am choosing to appreciate the solid relationships I have with family and friends. This is my choice. Joy in a ll things.

I am grateful I can make choices for myself, my mind and my body are strong enough to do so.

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Feel free to join us as we do the 5 for 5 Brain Dump on Friday December 1st, and then again Monday through Friday next week. Click here to find more information about this amazing opportunity to help your writing to flourish.

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The two following links will take you to other examples of writings encouraged by the 5 for 5 Brain Dump;

From Christine

From Julie Jordan Scott