I come home from the soaring
in which I lost myself.
I was song, and the refrain which is God
is still roaring in my ears.
[Rilke’s Book of Hours — 1,50]
I Love Your Soul
I come home from the soaring
in which I lost myself.
I was song, and the refrain which is God
is still roaring in my ears.
[Rilke’s Book of Hours — 1,50]
Happy solstice to you all! I’m feeling deeply thankful for the return of our daylight hours here in the northern hemisphere. We feel the swing of the seasons in the marrow of our bones. Soon enough the wind will turn warm and we’ll be planning the garden and guessing how many piglets will be born…but first, Christmas!
It has been a fine, fine December here. We have snowstorms rolling in tomorrow and I spent most of this day outside, enjoying the sunshine and the lack of mud, tending to some chores, and then I saddled up and rode Coulee out along the river. I love where I live so much and I try to go outside and spend some time enjoying this place every single day…otherwise, what’s the point of living here?
Sonofagun has arrived! We brought him home to the farm last Friday after a year of anticipation and he is fitting into our lives and our
Son is a pointer and we claimed him from a litter of seven little speckled angel devils. Boy howdy, the choosing was hard. I’ve missed out on picking every puppy we’ve ever brought home and Robbie told me this choice was mine. It was a
Ha!
He’s a little angel when he isn’t being a devil. When he’s especially naughty we call him “Draco Malfoy” (any Potter fans out there???). Holding him and snuggling him and playing with him is good medicine for my soul. His energy and joy are contagious. He yawns like a dragon. We’re just so grateful for him. Thanks for celebrating his arrival with us! It’s a pleasure to be able to share him with you.
I’ve wanted to talk to you about charity since June. Some of you might recall I took the entire month of June away from social media. The main reason for the break was I felt myself suffering a kind of fatigue that seemed to stem from watching humanity tear itself to pieces. I was also tired of people telling me what to do, what to say, and how to live my life. But there was something else going on, too, that was absolutely repulsive to me. In late May, I saw people criticizing each other for the way in which they practiced their charity. I saw people demanding that receipts for charitable donations be shown to the public. I saw people howling at each other, “SHOW ME THE RECEIPTS.” I saw people judging each other for how they chose to give and how much they chose to give. Everywhere I looked I saw charity being weaponized and I was repulsed by it.
So I stepped away.
It was then that I felt I needed to share my thoughts on charity but I haven’t been brave enough to do so until now. I have put much time and energy and thought into deciding how to go about practicing charity and I want to tell you that what I’m about to say does not come from a place of
I see that it is in fashion to use charity to market small businesses. While this might feel right for a good many people, it has never felt right to me. Don’t act surprised by this, you see me living my life in a way that is usually
There are two basic ways for me to practice charity:
a) I can make money, give some of it away, tell everyone about it, gain esteem in the eyes of the public and garner accolades.
b) I can make money, give some of it away, and not tell anyone about it.
I practice option b.
I feel that simply making the money and giving it away without telling anyone about my good deeds is a way to focus my heart on the action of giving instead of what I will receive by giving. Do you see what I mean? I feel the need to practice my charity as purely as I can, to remove my self from giving so that the gift can serve in completeness.
When I think of practicing charity, I imagine an invisible, indelible contract between hearts — I look at a fellow human and I see they have a need, I look at my own life and see I have enough. I feel the quiet, beautiful heart of God tap against my own heart, and I feel that powerful connection to the Holy
I have been inspired so often by stories of old wherein even the poorest households find a way to share the warmth of their hearth and their last morsels of food with a cold, hungry, wayward stranger. This work is beautiful, wholesome, human, and it doesn’t have to be fancy. It doesn’t need to be swathed in a cocktail dress, it doesn’t require letterpressed invites, nothing needs to be bedazzled. We just have to show up for our fellow humans however we are able to. If there is only one slice of bread left, break it into two pieces.
The other idea I want to touch on is the idea of keeping your giving
We build connections and community by being here for each other in times of need. Giving locally within our neighborhoods builds our neighborhoods. Keep your chins up, keep your eyes open, know your neighbors, help your neighbors when you see they have a need. Donate your money, your time, your love. Look each other in the eyes, make contracts with other hearts, let the heart of God (from whom all good and perfect gifts rain down upon us) inspire you to uplift and treasure your fellow humans.
The final idea I want to share with you is the idea of receiving others with charity, with generosity. Instead of legalistically nit-picking others for their word choices, instead of being hung up on political correctness, instead of taking part in witch hunts, I work my tail off to see the intentions of others. I can take their words and actions as insults, or I can choose to interpret their words and actions with charity. I can expect the best of others instead of assuming the worst of them. This might be the most difficult form of charity to practice and it becomes increasingly difficult to navigate the intentions of others as we cover our faces, hide our smiles behind these masks, and cower behind our glowing screens every day of the week. I try my hardest to receive others with an open mind and open heart and this includes doing my best to see their good intentions when they express their ideas and choose their words.
That’s
As always, I look forward to reading your thoughts on what I’ve shared here
I love you all.
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