I’ve been taking a hike through my blog this morning in search of nourishment to navigate this new terrain I’ve landed in. I first wrote about spiritual backwalking in December 2019 when I could not have known that our lives were about to change in ways not seen since my grandfather and his sisters died in the 1917 flu epidemic, leaving my mother destitute. Today would have been her 113 birthday, and I am only now reflecting on how her experience of a pandemic shaped her life, and consequently, my life. What fears did her trauma pass on to me? How did she imprint me with resilience? The covid pandemic is teaching me how to walk backwards, as it taught the child who became my mother.
christianity
Welcoming New Energy
HOPE
Creator and Sustainer of Time Hold us close on this last day of the year, as we disentangle unwelcome energies from body and soul. Spirit these burnt-out energies away on the updraft of time. Rejoice with us over past energies that sustained and enlivened our weary souls. Bring us, we beg, seasoned courage and hope wafting on the currents of your love. Creator and Sustainer of Time, May it be so. Amen c. Rita Hemmer Kowats December 31, 2021
Life Lives Again
Ever constant Light Splits open solid soul walls Life surprises dark.
This Christmas Eve I send blessings of light to all of you.
May we all receive what we need in this moment.
Letting Go of Trauma: A Prayer
Letting Go Of Trauma A Prayer Fly we must Over the canyons of our despair Spare Spare Spare us from echoes Of shame and blame That twist in and out Of our honeycomb hearts. Fly we must- Surviving until we thrive. Surviving until we let you pluck us From the safety of flight And set us down on The holy ground of your love. Root us in you, Holy One. Mute the voices of shame and blame. May it be so.
Spiritual Walkabout
Ezekiel 37
Vision of the Dry Bones.
[a] 1 The hand of the Lord came upon me, and he led me out in the spirit of the Lord and set me in the center of the broad valley. It was filled with bones. 2 He made me walk among them in every direction. So many lay on the surface of the valley! How dry they were!
5 Thus says the Lord God to these bones: Listen! I will make breath enter you so you may come to life. 6 I will put sinews on you, make flesh grow over you, cover you with skin, and put breath into you so you may come to life. Then you shall know that I am the Lord. 7 I prophesied as I had been commanded. A sound started up, as I was prophesying, rattling like thunder. The bones came together, bone joining to bone. 8 As I watched, sinews appeared on them, flesh grew over them, skin covered them on top, but there was no breath in them. 9 Then he said to me: Prophesy to the breath, prophesy, son of man! Say to the breath: Thus says the Lord God: From the four winds come, O breath, and breathe into these slain that they may come to life.[b] 10 I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath entered them; they came to life and stood on their feet….
As I walkabout the valley of my soul today, I gather scattered skeletons I’ve discarded in shame. Remnants of missteps dangle from dry bones. Brushing them bare, breathing forgiveness and compassion into them, I rise yet another day. Redemption c. Rita H Kowats 6-20-2021
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Kindle The Waiting Spark
Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
The Spiritual Practice Of Care-filled Speaking
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JOY
Joy is exemplified by a group of friends playing, or a carefree young girl singing to herself while engaged in her work. The happiness is rising from within and spreading out into the world! Joy comes into the world through gentle means, but springs from a solid sense of self. The power of joy should never be underestimated.
I Ching 58. Joy
Hands Out Of Pockets: A Call To Justice
Hand tucked casually in pocket
While knee on neck snuffs out
The breath of another human being.
Just business as usual
In the neighborhood.
The spiritual life is not
A casual meandering
Down a safe garden path.
Our path must diverge into acts of justice
Lest the spiritual life become self-serving.
Take your hand out of your pocket.
Amen.
c. rita h kowats 6-2-20
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A Spirituality Of Aging
I stand here
Outside of myself
And watch as I commence
the journey
Into venerable vulnerability-
At least that’s what the young call it;
It doesn’t feel venerable yet.
I watch with surprise
That this old body that once
Could stave off
All manner of ailment
Bouncing back stronger,
Now fights a succession of infections
On a pilgrimage to commune
With the bones
Of my once stately cathedral.
I stand here
Outside of myself
And watch as I
Cry through the loss
Like an ancient willow wailing
Over limbs taken by thankless winds.
I feel the phantom sensations
Of my coveted limbs tingle
With strength, endurance and joy.
If I stand here
Outside of myself long enough
I will see green-leafed limbs
Poke through the paneless windows
Of my bone cathedral,
Stretching toward
patience, acceptance and resignation.
I stand here
Outside of myself
Awestruck by this holy episode
We call life.
c. Rita H Kowats May 18, 2020
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