Month: April 2022

From Fr. Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation blog.

“If Christ is the body of God, which he is, then the bread he offers is also the body of the cosmos. Look deeply and you notice the sunshine in the bread, the blue sky in the bread, the cloud and the great earth in the bread. . . . You eat it in such a way that you become alive, truly alive.”

—Thich Nhat Hanh

“This is the purpose of the sacraments, of the church—to help us see, to point to the bread and wine, the orchids and the food pantries, the post-funeral potlucks and the post-communion dance parties, and say: pay attention, this stuff matters; these things are holy.”

—Rachel Held Evans

Practice – Remembering the Creator

Richard Wagamese (1955–2017) is a beloved Canadian indigenous writer whose life was transformed by returning to his Ojibwe family and culture after being separated from them for most of his young life. In his final book Embers, he shares meditations, reflections, and prayers that came to him during times of ritual and morning silence. He writes:

“The words in this book are embers from the tribal fires that used to burn in our villages. They are embers from the spiritual fires burning in the hearts, minds and souls of great writers on healing and love. . . . They are heart songs. They are spirit songs. And, shared with you, they become honour songs for the ritual ways that spawned them. Bring these words into your life. Feel them. Sit with them. Use them.”

Wagamese invites us to remember prayerfully both creation and the Creator:

“Remember. Remember that Creator is the wind on my face, the rain in my hair, the sun that warms me. Creator is the trees, rocks, grasses, the majesty of the sky and the intense mystery of the universe. Creator is the infant who giggles at me in the grocery line, the beggar who reminds me how rich I really am, the idea that fires my most brilliant moment, the feeling that fuels my most loving act and the part of me that yearns for that feeling again and again. Whatever ceremony, ritual, meditation, song, thought or action it takes to reconnect to that feeling is what I need to do today. . . Remember.”

Experience a version of this practice through video and sound

As this beautiful practice reminds us, all that arrives in our life brings important lessons for which we can hold gratitude. Even (or maybe especially) the challenging, painful, and sad moments can be welcomed.

This welcoming prayer is from Fr. Richard Rohr’s blog. Enjoy

Welcoming Prayer

Father Richard recommends the Welcoming Prayer as a practice to help us surrender to God, Reality, and Love with each moment:  

Spiritual teacher Mary Mrozowski (1926–1993) composed and first taught what is now called the Welcoming Prayer, which many have found to be life-changing. The Welcoming Prayer helps us find serenity through surrender in the midst of messy, ordinary moments. When feeling triggered or caught by something unpleasant, begin by simply being present to your feeling, experiencing it not just mentally, but also emotionally and physically. Don’t try to rationalize or explain the feeling, but witness and give attention to this sensation. Welcome the feeling, speaking aloud, if you can: “Welcome, [anger, fear, hunger, longing, etc.].” Repeat this as many times as you need to truly sense yourself embracing and receiving the feeling. Some people pray the Welcoming Prayer regularly—even daily is probably not too much! Popularized by my dear friend and mentor, the late Thomas Keating (1923–2018), it is this simple and this hard:  

Welcome, welcome, welcome.  

I welcome everything that comes to me today 

because I know it’s for my healing. 

I welcome all thoughts, feelings, emotions, persons,  

situations, and conditions.  

I let go of my desire for power and control.  

I let go of my desire for affection, esteem, approval, and pleasure.  

I let go of my desire for survival and security.  

I let go of my desire to change any situation,  

condition, person, or myself.  

I open to the love and presence of God 

and God’s action within. Amen.

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This beautiful poem reminds us that we can only live this moment with compassion, forgiveness, and acceptance.

THERE IS NO PATH THAT GOES ALL THE WAY

Not that it stops us looking
for the full continuation.

The one line in the poem
we can start and follow

straight to the end. The fixed belief
we can hold, facing a stranger

that saves us the trouble
of a real conversation.

But one day you are not

just imagining an empty chair

where your loved one sat.
You are not just telling a story

where the bridge is down
and there’s nowhere to cross.

You are not just trying to pray
to a God you always imagined
would keep you safe.

No, you’ve come to a place
where nothing you’ve done

will impress and nothing you
can promise will avert

the silent confrontation;
the place where

your body already seems to know
the way, having kept

to the last, its own secret
reconnaissance.

But still, there is no path
that goes all the way,

one conversation
leads to another,

one breath to the next
until

there’s no breath at all,
just
the inevitable
final release

of the burden.

And then,

wouldn’t your life
have to start

all over again


for you to know

even a little
of who you had been?

…

There is No Path that Goes All the Way
From ‘River Flow:
New and Selected Poems’
©David Whyte and Many Rivers Press
https://davidwhyte.com/collections/books-cards-and-audio/products/river-flow-new-selected-poems.

In Fr. Richard Rohr’s weekly digest this week they share a timely practice for living in crisis through a spiritual lens.

First, this quote from Pope Francis:

In the midst of crises, a solidarity guided by faith enables us to translate the love of God in our globalized culture, not by building towers or walls . . . but by interweaving communities and sustaining processes of growth that are truly human and solid. —Pope Francis 

Spiritual Practice for Crisis

The Rev. Dr. Barbara Holmes offers pastoral comfort and prophetic challenge in times of crises:

The crisis begins without warning, shatters our assumptions about the way the world works, and changes our story and the stories of our neighbors. The reality that was so familiar to us is gone suddenly, and we don’t know what is happening. Where there is no understanding, we create it. When we are anxious about our lack of control, we conjure theories that quell our anxiety. The truth of the matter is that we live on a mysterious planet, with other living beings whose interiority and spiritual realities are just beyond our cognitive reach.  

Embodied contemplative practices allow us to meet the challenges that crises bring to our lives. Today, we invite you to try one or more of these practices suggested by Dr. Holmes: 

1. Breathe deeply and exhale slowly three times. 
2. Your ancestors survived many crises. What were the crises of their days that required a communal response? 
3. What is the crisis of your day that requires a communal response? 
4. Sit for ten minutes. Feel the “troubles of this world.” Breathe deeply, exhaling your sense of helplessness, inhaling Ella Baker’s strength, channeling Rosa Parks’ quiet resolve. (Substitute exemplars as needed, but include one exemplar from a cultural community that is not your own.) 
5. Remember an instance of oppression against a group that is not yours. 
   • What, if anything, did you feel called to do as an ally? Did you do it? If you did something in response to the crisis, what did you do and what happened as a result? . . . 
   • If your community were under siege, what help would you need or want?

Barbara A. Holmes, Crisis Contemplation: Healing the Wounded Village (Albuquerque, NM: CAC Publishing, 2021), 19, 37.

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The inimitable St Mary Oliver reminds us with this poem, of all the sacred music and phenomenon that are always singing to us but especially in the forest. This reminded me how,, in “The Spell of the Sensuous” David Abram opens our hearts to the conversation of the more than human that surrounds us if we only listen.

With gratitude to sister Amina Janet who posted this lovely poem in her blog, “Love, Harmony, and Beauty #87”

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Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems