Try This On: We Are Not the Cloud, We Are the Sky

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In Finding Livelihood, I quoted a couple sentences from Willa Cather's Death of the Archbishop about the sky above Santa Fe: “Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. The landscape one longed for when one was far away, the thing all about one, the world one actually lived in, was the sky, the sky!”

I thought of Cather's words recently and the glory and beauty that is the sky when reading a new book by Richard Carter, The City Is My Monastery: A Contemporary Rule of Life. In his book, using both poetry and short essay, Carter writes about ways of being with God and with others in community: with silence, with service, with scripture, with sacrament, with sharing, with Sabbath, and staying with.

A section that Carter wrote about the sky keeps resonating with me and—in a strange way, given that it's about the sky—is grounding. In his chapter on silence, here’s what he writes on page 22:

“Remember the image of clouds in the sky. The clouds come; the clouds pass; we are not the cloud; we are the sky. Sometimes the cloud feels so dark that it needs to shed its load. And so the cloud pours out its rain. This is like the grief within us that must be shed. The tears and sorrow dispersing the weight of the cloud. Remember we are not the cloud nor the rain. We hold this within; we let it go; the cloud dissolves; we are the sky.”


I love that. We are not the cloud; we are the sky.

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[Photo: a late-afternoon late-winter sky]

A moment of silence

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A long time ago I posted a moment of silence on this blog. I think it's time to do it again. Mid-December and there is so much being done, so much yet to do. If you've landed on this post and want to play along, just close your eyes, take a couple deep breaths, and let your mind be still.

[silence]

You're welcome.

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[Photo: taken of our backyard river birch] When you're done being silent, you can read this old post, "Why Silence?"

Moving about our days

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"We do not always see that we should be moving about our days and lives and places with awe and reverence and wonder, with the same soft steps with which we enter the room of a sleeping child or the mysterious silence of a cathedral. There is no ground that is not holy ground. All of the places of our lives are sanctuaries; some of them just happen to have steeples."

–Robert Benson, from Between the Dreaming and the Coming True

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[Photo: taken of an apple tree heavy with fruit, last weekend at Sweetland Orchard]

Reading for Holy Week and a conversation with Sarah Arthur

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This week holds Holy Monday, Holy Tuesday, and Holy Wednesday. Maundy Thursday. Good Friday. Holy Saturday, then, finally, Easter. Holy Week. I’m reading Between Midnight and Dawn: A Literary Guide to Prayer for Lent, Holy Week, and Eastertide, gathered and edited by Sarah Arthur. It’s Sarah’s third devotional guide. I wrote about another, At the Still Point, on this blog last summer.

On these pages Sarah brings together Scripture, poetry, and literature for the purpose of prayer, for the purpose of Word informing word and visa versa, for the purpose of sparking imagination in service to truth.

I’ve jumped ahead to the readings for Maundy Thursday with its title “Accused,” the day of the last supper and Jesus’s arrest and midnight trial. From Psalm 35: “Ruthless witnesses come forward…” From the prophet Isaiah: “He was opposed and afflicted yet he did not open his mouth.” From Mark 14: the narrative of the first hours after Jesus’s arrest. From Revelation: an angel delivers judgment. From a poem by Hannah Faith Notess: the images of the blood sacrifice of Passover startle the soothing comforts of bread and wine and a well laid table. From a poem by Jill Peláez Paumgartner: Jesus’s silence before Pilate is “the silence of termites. / It is the silence of the vein of silver / underneath the mountain’s / grimace….” From a poem by Luci Show: “fallen knees / under a whole world’s weight….” From the Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky: an excerpt from the epic and genius scene of the Grand Inquisitor, a fictitious story of Jesus being brought to trial again during the Spanish Inquisition and challenged for his responses to the three temptations of Satan.

Recently I asked Sarah some questions about the book and her process.

What do you say to readers who have never before considered listening to God through literature, such as fiction or poetry, or who have never thought of integrating literature into their devotional practice?

SA: Well, if they’ve read scripture as a devotional practice, then they’ve already been in the habit of listening to God through literature. The psalms are ancient Hebrew poetry, after all; and meanwhile Jesus’ parables are stories he invented, brilliant little fictions that point to truths about the nature of human beings in relation to God. I sometimes picture Jesus lying on his mat at night gazing at constellations, the campfire burning low, the sounds of the disciples slumbering nearby; and his imagination is playing around with metaphors—seeds and birds, a luminous pearl, a banquet. Or he’s inventing characters: a father with some sons; make it two sons; and make the father loving and gracious, because that’s what our Father is; and the youngest son says…. So that by the time Jesus’ friends are stirring the next morning and have eaten breakfast around the dying fire and set out groggily for the next town, the entire story has unfolded in Jesus’ mind, complete with details like the pigs and the angry older brother and the father running, running hard. All of this to say, that if Jesus could engage in the practice of imaginative storytelling as holy work, then so can we; and so have many, many Christians over the centuries. To ignore that vast spiritual library is to impoverish ourselves as a people.

Within the broader themes of Lent, Holy Week, and Eastertide, what specific themes will readers encounter? And how did you select the readings, poems and prayers that are compiled in this book?

SA: Lent is rather famously a penitential season, so as I researched poetry and fiction I looked for works that seemed to speak to the human experience of spiritual poverty: simply stated, we need God. Maybe the main character is terrified of death. Or maybe the poet has sinned, and knows it. Or maybe the author has looked inside himself and found nothing: no reserves of strength or virtue, no therapeutically helpful insight, just the bald awareness that apart from Jesus, he can do nothing. After Easter, however, the themes make the turn toward redemption and healing, restoration, recovery—but not cheap grace: I made sure of that. There’s a long road ahead, and our healing has cost God everything.

When writing this book, what pairing of literature and scriptural theme brought you the biggest sense of surprise or excitement, and why?

SA: When I was in 9th grade my English teacher read aloud to us, over the course of several weeks, A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens—but right in the middle of the story my family moved to a different state. And for some reason, though I remembered key details and guessed what was probably going to happen (I figured Dickens didn’t create two nearly identical characters for nothing), I never finished it on my own. So when I began my research for this book I thought, “I wonder what ever happened to Darnay? Did that other guy take his place at the guillotine?” It sounded like an appropriately Good Friday-esque sort of theme. But what I didn’t realize was how powerfully Dickens deals with themes of rebellion and sacrifice and resurrection hope throughout the entire book. When the blood-thirsty crowds of the French revolution treat Darnay like a celebrity one day and call for his execution mere days later, I knew I had my fiction excerpt for Palm Sunday. It’s a harrowing insight into the kind of collective madness that could make both Palm Sunday and Good Friday possible. And we’re all in the crowd. All of us.

In what practical ways do you suggest readers use this book during Holy Week?

SA: It’s tricky because for the rest of the season (Lent, Eastertide) there’s a batch of readings for each week, whereas during Holy Week each day of the week has it’s own selections: four or five poems plus a fiction excerpt. Which means each day you’re going to be doing a lot of reading—good reading, I hope, enriching reading, but a lot. It will require some extra discipline, some intentional chunks of time. Maybe read a little in the morning, a bit more on your lunch break, and the rest before bed. In any case, perhaps you can think of yourself like the disciples in the garden on the night of Jesus’ arrest: you’re being prompted to keep awake, to pay attention, to concentrate. Which is good practice for the devotional life all year round, actually.

Heschel on Sabbath rest and beauty

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In Abraham Joshua Heschel’s The Sabbath, he uses a phrase big enough to hold the entire book, "The seventh day is like a palace in time." The word "palace" conveys the sense of beauty and delight that comprises this day of rest. Like a palace, the day is set apart from the surrounding days. Honored. Protected.

"How should we weigh the difference between the Sabbath and the other days of the week? When a day like Wednesday arrives, the hours are blank, and unless we lend significance to them, they remain without character. The hours of the seventh day are significant in themselves; their significance and beauty do not depend on any work, profit or progress we may achieve. They have the beauty of grandeur."

"In time" distinguishes the day from existing "in space." Our civilization is "a conquest of space,” wrote Heschel. We increase our space, enhance it by acquiring things to occupy it; by so doing we increase our power. But space is bought with time and time is the domain of God. On the Sabbath we admit the holiness of time and refrain from using it on things of space.

"What is so luminous about a day? What is so precious to captivate the hearts? It is because the seventh day is a mine where spirit's precious metal can be found with which to construct the palace in time, a dimension in which the human is at home with the divine; a dimension in which man aspires to approach the likeness of the divine."

Using poetic language and style, Heschel weaves together allegory, quotation, liturgy, midrash, exegesis, and reflection to construct a defense for the Jewish understanding of the Sabbath. Heschel's work is a classic authority on the topic of the Sabbath, quoted in most serious works on the subject, and has given this Christian Protestant woman much to ponder about the Sabbath and the architecture of time.

The honoring of the Sabbath – the second commandment – as described by Heschel has no hint of sacrifice, sternness, or restriction but instead rings of abundance, joy, delight, and beauty. No thought of work or worry shall touch the Sabbath. No collapsed exhaustion shall fill its hours. It is the feast of the week. The festival for which the six days of work prepare.

"The Sabbath is not for the sake of the weekdays; the weekdays are for the sake of Sabbath. It is not an interlude but the climax of living."

So what shall the day ahead hold? A long walk; worship; good simple food; silence; an afternoon nap; coffee with someone I love; no worries for tomorrow (always hard to do); music; time in the sunshine; a half-finished book. Your day ahead?

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[Photo: taken at the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden last summer, on a Sunday outing.]

The person behind a book blurb: Paula Huston

Part 4 in the series on the generous endorsers of Finding Livelihood.

Scroll through the full series with this link.

A vivid image I have of Paula Huston is her standing on a stage in a full auditorium. It was during the last time slot of Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin College in 2012. She was delivering a talk on spiritual disciplines for writers, and she was doing so in a whisper. Paula was sick and her voice had left. She could have cancelled.; she could have complained; she could have cut her talk short. But she did none of those things, and her audience was too enthralled with what she was saying to let it interfere with ending the conference on a high note. No one fidgeted, no one left early. She whispered her way through justice and humility, hope and prudence, love and fortitude.

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Paula Huston is a writer of both nonfiction and fiction – her latest book is a novel, A Land Without Sin – but she is perhaps best known for her large body of work on spiritual practice. The Holy Way: Practices for a Simple Lifecame out in 2003, and on its pages Huston leads the reader into the practices of solitude, silence, awareness, purity, devotion, right livelihood, confidence, integrity, generosity, and tranquility. If you decide to take this journey with her, you can be assured she won't lead you on any path she herself hasn't already traveled. That she has assimilated these practices in her own life makes her a reliable guide; that she is honest and vulnerable about her experiences makes her a safe and welcoming guide. A friend of mine recently told me that this single book changed her life.

A book of Paula's that I have newly appreciated now that I'm more than midway through my 50s is A Season of Mystery: 10 Spiritual Practices for Embracing a Happier Second Half of Life. What a joy it was to read that Delighting, Generating, and Blessing are practices particularly suited to this stage of life! And earlier on this blog, I wrote that I've been using her Simplifying the Soul: Lenten Practices to Renew Your Spiritfor Lent this year. Even though I've missed a few days, I can see that it hits its mark as a kind of spiritual recalibration.

I first met Paula at a Glen workshop; I was there for my first MFA residency and she was there leading a Glen writing group. I bought The Holy Way that summer and she signed it, "with my best wishes for your work," and I am so thrilled that years later the cover of Finding Livelihood carries her blurb. Paula now teaches in the Seattle Pacific MFA program. There is a graciousness and peace that seems to travel with her as she moves and interacts with people. It's easy to observe.

Here's a video of Paula talking about the act of writing. It's a revealing look inside what happens at her writing desk. You can find all her books on her website or here on her Amazon page. Enjoy!

Finally, here's what Paula wrote about Finding Livelihood:

"Written with a rare wit and elegance,  Finding Livelihood  offers a profound, often surprising reflection on the necessity of earning our daily bread. This fine new collection by Nancy Nordenson, which gathers under one cover such unlikely bedfellows as venipuncture, a flute-playing cabbie, and the prudent way to unpack Russian icons, includes some of the best essays I’ve read in years."

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You can now pre-order Finding Livelihood from: 1) the publisher, Kalos Press; 2) Amazon; or 3) me (ask if you want it signed). Ordered books will be mailed on release date of April 15, 2015 - tax day!

[Photo: Paula Huston, used with permission.]

To carry inside you on a day of busy work

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Look what I found in a book on shelf in a room lined with books and overlooking a lake.

From Thomas Merton’s

A Book of Hours:

"Keep your eyes clean and your ears quiet and your mind serene. Breathe God’s air.

Work, if you can, under His sky.

But if you have to live in a city and work among machines and ride in the subways and eat in a place where the radio makes you deaf with spurious news and where the food destroys your life and the sentiments of those around you poison your heart with boredom, do not be impatient, but accept it as the love of God and as a seed of solitude planted in your soul.

If you are appalled by those things, you will keep your appetite for the healing silence of recollection. But meanwhile—keep your sense of compassion for the men who have forgotten the very concept of solitude.

You, at least, know that it exists, and that it is the source of peace and joy

You can still hope for such joy. They do not even hope for it any more."

Ordinarily I’m not drawn to writings that posit work is best done in the outdoors, because for so many of us that is not an option. But I’ll forgive Merton his second sentence because he opens up so beautifully in the rest of this piece.

I love here that he suggests each of us, no matter the surroundings in which we work, can carry within a joyful seed of solitude, an appetite for reflective silence, and compassion for those with whom we work. This resonates with me and things I write about in Finding Livelihood. It also resonates with the writing of Josef Pieper, who figures into my book as well.

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[Photo: Taken from a car window on an October road. Almost looks like something Monet might have stopped to paint.]