Yesterday began well and ended less-well. By dinner time I was beside myself: frustrated, too impatient to wait for a friend, and very mindful of my own patterns and (apparently still open) wounds. All of this, I am embarrassed to say, occasioned by the misplacement of my phone. Yep. My phone. I did find it, but only after several hours of frantic searching because without it I felt disconnected. Ridiculous, right? I have some work to do getting my world right-side-up.
I will write about this in a day or two: the phone; and also a bout of “cyber-sickness” I recently experienced, a form of motion sickness which is an actual thing apparently; and a realization that my desire for community is calling me into increased vulnerability. I still need some perspective. I need to see my friend and make amends. I need to see myself more clearly. I need to walk my own talk. Those last two, especially.
Until then, I will share a link to a reflection I wrote for the most recent issue of Intercommunity Peace and Justice Center’s quarterly publication, A Matter of Spirit. The current issue focuses on housing justice. Check this wonderful organization out and, if you are social-justice-oriented, sign up for their emails.
Here is the link. May the articles within it give you clarity and heart. May it be so.
https://ipjc.org/a-matter-of-spirit/
Courage my dears. Love one another.
Post Script: an old bio of mine was used by the publisher in error. To be clear, I am now retired from the seminary.
