As I said, I really need my editor, but she really needs all the prayers and love right now.
We will never be aware how much we need each to learn how to live and how to die; but we must never stop trying in our crazy, inarticulate, and sometimes hopelessly misunderstood ways to give in love, what God has to graciously given to each for the good of all.
excerpt for the Glen Workshop: From the Introduction.....
In the middle of this enlightened, reasonable, and modern world, my husband and I live as misplaced medievalists;
We believe that God is Three, yet indivisibly one; we believe in a God so transcendent that speaking His name can inspire shuddering fear; yet we believe in a God so immanent, so loving, that He is closer to us than our own breath, our own skin; we believe that that death is just sleep; People don’t go missing in some hypothetical three tiered universe, they just go unseen in a one story universe where all that was, is and is to come intermingles everyday.
The visible and invisible claim equal footing in our world. We knock up against the unseen as often as we bump up against the furniture.We also believe that marriage is an eternal bond that cannot be broken. We can break each other, break hearts and we can break faith, but nothing in earth or heaven can break the bond of marriage. Some people would think that a unbearable weight and even a curse; to us, it is one of our greatest comforts.
The other hope we have is that history is holy; nothing is ever lost to time or memory; Love that was once cannot not be.
The theological ramifications of really believing “God is Love” are enormous.
Pieces of God don’t just go missing.......ever. Woe to those who misplace, or scorn a gift of such Worth.Speaking plainly, this could be an end where two people, destined to never travel alone, now travel the same way, however, they travel in silence and isolation after trying everything not to let the story end that way.
But Hope is as much of God as love. This may also be just the beginning of a new chapter in the story; this one ends with two souls traveling and arriving at the same destination as one whole, but wounded, immortal body;
This is the life I lead, the way my thoughts stretch out across the dark horizon at the end of all things, late into the eve of the seventh day; this is the live you get when you love a God who raises the dead.
Photo: Nikaa Time and Eternity
Due to the personal nature of my writing, I am not sure how much I will be sharing this year.
Since much of it involves my family, I need their permission for whatever I share here and in my final draft in Santa Fe.
But I am finding that when I have the courage to swallow my pride and write with boldness and Truth, there is healing...and that's a balm we are all much in need. I hope I can give it them. When I am generous, that surpass me 100 fold;
And I am discovering a formula...Personal+humility+truth+love= what is most common between those who are just trying to learn to love, willing to forgive mistakes, and even woulds at the hands of those who should never be causing them wounds.
So between my Editor (she's family, too) and the rest of those involved, maybe you will get a little less borrowed truth (I like poetry and quotes, but they just pretty words if you can's write a bad, but sincere version of it yourself).
And I am sure not everything will see the light of day, nor deserves to. That is what editors are for.
With chapters like Ozymandias, Insights into Mrs Moore (not the one from Passage to India); Antigone, Heloise, and Juliet-the way not to succeed; and 1054:Back to the future, I am sure some will make good kindling to roast a few marshmallows.