Welcome to life through the lense of my digital camera and observations in the form of poems and prose. I especially love haiku for the way it playfully paints themes with words. I hope you find a nugget of wisdom or grace that will enrich your life journey (Enjoy... Father Don+)
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thin Ice
Sunday, December 25, 2005
The Star
Saturday, December 17, 2005
The Empty Nest
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Death Bed Vigil
Monday, November 28, 2005
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Becoming Normal
The Dark
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Nature's Confessional
Sunday, November 20, 2005
The Wall
Monday, November 14, 2005
Hideout
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Shadows
The struggle in and with any faith tradition often occurs where the shadows of the past converge with present reality and experience. This is not new. Elaine Pagels, the noted scholar, frequently describes in her books the challenges faced by Christianity during the first couple of centuries. Battles ensued about whose telling of the "Jesus" story would emerge primary and which praxis would be adopted as "orthodox?"
The extremes were poles apart on a continuum between the literal and the mystical.
This dilemma remains, as illustrated in the picture above. The cross or religious experience we embrace is informed and sometimes overshadowed by past traditions and struggles. The tension between these two visions: what we see now and what tradition offers us proves for a lasting and sometimes violent debate.
Yet, within this struggle faith is found. Within this tension our spirit reaches out with the same primal love that ignited original fires of faith.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
The Touch
The camera lens acted like a voyeur as it zoomed in on this intimate moment between skin and skin. Touch is such a basic need. Touch is conditioned by trust and overcoming our fear of "other."
In this gentle exchange of a hand touching - care has been exchanged from one to another. Resulting in a memory being burned into the deep recesses of the synaptic.
This is what the soul longs for. This is what Creator longs for.
This is what trust brokers as soul reaches out.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Center
Friday, August 26, 2005
Sacred Dancer
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Filters
Unfortunately our filters can distort the world around us. They can shift our perception of reality and may find us trusting in shadows and dismissing the light.
Filters change as we allow ourselves to become vulnerable. Old ones fall away and filters that are more hopeful, trustful, expectant, compassionate and forgiving begin to take their place.
We may still not see things exactly as they are, yet trusting in the lens of faith will open up the way we view the world around us and ultimately the way we view ourselves.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Magic & Mystery
Many situations in life can fade the magic and mystery. Loss, anger with a faith group or community, visioning the holy as being at our whim and calling and experiencing "the silence, " of the holy not at our command and bidding, childhood hurts and damage, loss of trust/security. Like strong medications, they can dull the wonder and awe of the creation and creator.
Restoring this magic, this mystery, requires us to trust that even though our feelings may be subdued, the holy is as mystical and magical as ever.
We must grow to learn that our concept or construct of God may be part of the problem - yet God will be revealed in the vacuum - if we trust and wait. Just as Doctors have to adjust medication for mental health patients so that they can feel without being overwhelmed - so too does our understanding and imaging of God need to be adjusted. We need to view the holy as being with us in the losses, pains, tragedies and setbacks as much as in the other situations of life. The magic and mystery is that we are never alone, never abandoned.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Adoption
Mystics see life with more depth, more hues, more complexity than most. The forbidden fruit that initiated me into this experience was no longer being able or willing, as a Christian, to decide who was in or who was out???
As a seminarian I had the good fortune of spending a weekend retreat with Henri Nouwen, the late writer-priest who so aptly spoke about reaching out in faith from our own wounding and healing. The other author who has had a profound influence of late is Parker J. Palmer, a Quaker, and no surprise, once a good friend of Nouwen.
These profound people plus many other men and woman initiated me into the mystical, the spiritual, the radical faith, wherein embodiment and presence are one's greatest assets.
This leads me back to my artistic creation. The hands almost touching seem to be the experience of the mystic. A longing to belong. A need to be adopted and endorsed. Yet a realization that the freedom that results from being un-chained from dogma and formulas terrifies those who must embrace such as part of their worldview and as a means of embracing the world around them.
The painting signifies for me a strong desire to belong. To be recognized. I began the canvas with the large hand on top and soon flipped it over as I realized that God is more of the playful child than I can ever be.
And so, the inner longing of the mystic is revealed in acrylic - to belong, to be adopted, to be no longer the orphan who remains when all the other prospective parents and children leave.
Yes the divine has adopted me, and yes the world around me warms to my openness and compassion, yet the question of prospective parents is always the same: "By whose power do you do these works?"