Some days I want to stay inside the house, inside myself, like Emily Dickinson. It’s all too fuzzy to bring out into the light.
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To Tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
But somehow tucked away inside that 1860’s Massachusetts home she dared the gap between herself and her paper.
Sparking from the paper to the world, was for her, too wide a gap, and I can quite see why – Continue reading “The Writer’s Hammer”
Give faith room to be re-invented.
My faith can never stay the same, any more than my body could. Through the decades it has to grow, but most often that growth first feels like loss.
We’ve re-imagined our garage many times – car parking, storage, ping-pong table, gaming lounge – but we can’t just cram all those new things into the garage as is. It always starts with removing what’s there and a clean up that can feel like a good “scrubbing behind the ears”.
“Finish well” doesn’t mean ending life with the exact belief set we started with. We can live dogmatically – holding principles as incontrovertibly true – or we can strive to be corrigible – capable of being corrected or reformed. Both allow Truth to be capitalized, but only one allows Faith to be. As Anne Lamott writes, “The opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty.”
Keep searching for further light to shine on the truth you “know”. It might look different in 5 years. Though Truth itself may be absolute, our grasp on it ebbs & flows, because now we see poorly as in a dim and dusty mirror. But soon we will see face to face, and this joy will surely also reveal areas we were wrong.
The opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty. Certainty is missing the point entirely. Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns.
–Anne Lamott in Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
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