Day 22: Jesus made the cover of Newsweek!

Not sure what else to say today about this.  I was getting goat yogurt in Safeway  today and found this by the checkout counter.  I just took the picture.  I was not interested in spending $18 to find out what Newsweek had to say about Jesus this Lent.  I can't say they have an evangelism agenda as an organization.   Who knows?  It's Lent.  Maybe they figured that Jesus sells during Lent.  Oh well.  That's it.  That's all folks!  
 

Day 21: Reconstruction

 

There is a time for everything,

    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

   a time to be born and a time to die,

    a time to plant and a time to uproot,

     a time to kill and a time to heal,

    a time to tear down and a time to build,

     a time to weep and a time to laugh,

    a time to mourn and a time to dance,

     a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

     a time to search and a time to give up,

    a time to keep and a time to throw away,

     a time to tear and a time to mend,

    a time to be silent and a time to speak,

     a time to love and a time to hate,

    a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 (NIV) 

I've been listening to Pete Holmes in conversation with Rob Bell, Richard Rohr and Pete Rollins.  I am wondering why I missed him in my journey until now.  Maybe I missed him, or maybe it's perfect timing to listen to his conversations with three people who have already had a significant impact on my journey thus far.  Pete Holmes offers a different perspective, a different vibe and opens up new avenues of inspiration with the voices I'm so familiar with. 

One recurring theme is reconstruction.  It's a idea that I didn't want to hear about for the last few years.  I was content to just tear down the walls of the structures that didn't work for me and stand in the rubble.  I felt no need to build anything new.  

I've recently had the joy of seeing the stages of a new construction.  My nephew is building a house.  He is going beyond what anyone else in his family has done.  He is doing his own thing and building something entirely different for his new family.  I am proud of him.  I get to see it again today.  For him, the time is to build.  He has seen a lot of destruction in his life and it didn't stop him from dreaming bigger.  In the words of the author of Ecclesiastes... there is a time to rebuild. 

But what does that look like for me in my journey?   What have these conversations of these influential men taught me about the need to keep going?  What does reconstruction look like for me?                     

Alongside my daily readings of AL, I am also reading through what might be called my "reconstruction".  In 2024, I wrote what I call "I'm Still Somewhere".  It is a collection of 44 short essays or chapters of how I see life now that I am past the letting go of what I how I used to see life.  Some thoughts are consistent with how I've always seen life and some thoughts are just realized and now have the freedom to be in my expressions and in my understanding.  

After some years of letting go of the stuff that didn't work for me, I felt I needed to put into words what was working for me.  Even if I would end up being the only person who read it.  So far, I am the only person who has read it.   

Pete Holmes, Rob Bell, Richard Rohr and Peter Rollins seem to have one thing in common that interests me from an outside perspective.  They all seem to still value the Bible as something still worth accessing as a resource.  They have all either departed from or never had the Evangelical Christian idolization of the perfection of the document.  But they still find nuggets within the pages of the story.  

I wonder sometimes if I will get to a place in my journey where I will go looking for nuggets again.  I am still not interested in picking up the Bible in any format for any duration of time.  Right now, it would be like diving in to the very waters that I saw in a Drew Binsky video yesterday.  For me, those waters are still polluted, septic and insanitary... and yet, I see people swimming in them with joy.  

Maybe I don't have to swim in those waters... maybe a cruise along the channels in a boat will give me something more one day.  For now... I am just watching others head in that direction and for some reason, they are able to navigate those waters with a lot of grace. Maybe there is hope... I did open up this blog post with Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.                                                                                                                                                            

Day 20: Castilleja... inspiring creativity.

I dug this photo out from the archives in my iPhone.  It was taken on my husband's birthday back in 2020.  Paintbrush, (or its botanical name "Castilleja" that I just learned today)  is my favourite wildflower.  I grew up in Northern B.C. and Paintbrush was a common appearance on our farm.   Now I have to go on a two hour drive to find it in bushes or the ditches alongside the highways west of me.  

It may not be the prettiest of flowers and it doesn't have an amazing fragrance, but it's wild and that's what I love about it.  It grows in its own place on it's own time and with no need to be domesticated in someone's garden.  

I admire the things in nature that stay in nature.  I realize that they face their own dangers, but they make the world a beautiful place without the manicuring hands of humans.  

Castilleja is Spanish for Castle.  Castilleja, the wildflower, was named by botanist José Celestino Mutis in honor of Spanish botanist Domingo Castillejo.

"In Native American cultures, the [Castilleja or otherwise labelled as Indian Paintbrush] has been a symbol of creativity and artistic inspiration. Tribes such as the Apache and Comanche believed that these flowers were gifts from the Great Spirit, meant to inspire painters and artists." (Wikipedia)

What's not to admire about a flower that inspires creativity.  Now I know why my heart fell in love with this flower... and I didn't even realize it until now!  

Day 19: Downsizing Puzzles and Life

This year, I've been incorporating my own pictures and experiences instead of harvesting from Google.  It's sometimes a challenge to find an inspirational image or an image to match the inspiration I have already in words.  I just finished a 1000 piece Cobble Hill puzzle called Farm Country.  What better place to give it a home than here... and my Cobble Hill Files... and Instagram ... and back on the shelf.  Oh well.  So it has four homes.  

I still like puzzling.  I'm not totally sick of it yet.  But I have downsized to accomodate my changing moods.  I'm not that excited to take on the big puzzles like 1000 or 2000 pc puzzles.  I would rather enjoy a 500 or 350 pc puzzle.  I can do more images and I don't get tired of the process.  

Maybe it also means that I can't run with the rest of the performance pack ...  but I'm not a performer when it comes to puzzling.  I like doing my own thing.  Maybe that says more about the way I am doing life now, not just puzzles.  I don't need to perform, I don't need to run with the pack, I don't need to do anything other than live and love.  If that means that I just sit in my office on a Sunday morning do a 500 pc puzzle... than that's what it is.  And I am okay!  

 

Day 18: Can Tom and I start finding again?

2022: "I need to let the sand pour from my hands as if never to hold it again."

2023:   "I lost and don't even know if I have it in me to start finding again."

2024:  "I was simply liberated by the thought that there might be a way to engage with religion without having to subscribe to its supernatural content." Alain De Boton

2025:  "Anyone who gives me freedom to find a connection to the beyond without using the word "God" has my attention." 

In my readings this morning, I found extra inspiration from all of the four Day 18 readings.   I went back to those readings and pulled out four quotes... three from me and one from Alain De Boton.  

I look at all four quotes and I am thinking that they can paint the picture of what it's like for me to even dream of the idea of making new friends at this stage of my life.  2023 makes that one very clear.  It seems tempting at times to let the sand drain through my hands than to hang on to any of it.  

One of my favourite Christmas movies is "Miracle on 34th Street" with Richard Attenborough.  There is a scene when Brian and Dory are heading back to their apartment building after a date night and the discussion leads to Dory's caution about relationships.  

"I'm careful at this point in my life, I really don't need to be disappointed."  

Following that admission, Brian hands Dory an engagement ring and she refuses it.  Eventually she faces her fears and they get married at the end of the movie, but in that moment, it is hard not to empathize with her.  She lost and didn't know if she finding was something she could do again.  

This picture I chose today is of Tom.  He's a cat that, with his mom,  has recently moved in across the street from me.  He doesn't look all that impressed.  I wonder if he has the same feelings I do.  Maybe he lost and doesn't know if it's in him to start finding again.  

I would like to end this post on a hopeful note, but I will just end it.  The story is yet to unfold and I am still fearful.  Not every canvas is painted in one day.  

Day 17: Letters and Literature and maybe a Lake.

 "What would happen to your mind if you found out that the entire way you understood the universe was wrong?"  Rob Bell - "Where'd You Park Your Spaceship?" 

I started reading a new fiction this week.  I'm not big lover of fiction, but every now and again, something comes across my sightline that catches my attention.  

I have been an admirer of Rob Bell's writing for a long time, but who'd a thunk that he could come out swinging with fiction.  I just started "Where'd You Park Your Spaceship?" Book One and already I am intrigued at the story line that brings in sadness, loss, joy, enthusiasm and wonder all from another part of the galaxy.  I wouldn't label it as a science fiction, it's humanity removed from the confines of the Earth that humans have made in the last few years.  I can't wait to dive deeper.  

Yesterday I got a card and letter in the mail from someone who came in to my life forty years ago.  This past month I attended the funeral of her mother and that was amazing for her.  She is someone I was open with about my departure from the Christian narrative and she was hurt.  She is a pastor's wife and that story is still very precious to her.  But the fact that I showed up for her meant a lot and maybe for her, even moved me back into the camp of being someone who still had access to love.  

Her letter was human and lacking of the typical Christianese that often laces letters of that sort.   I was in tears and moved that she left that out and stayed with me in a shared space of understanding human loss and sadness.  No mention of Jesus needed.  That was beautiful.  

The cover of the card, that I opened up this post with, is of Moraine Lake.  Moraine Lake is in Banff National Park and is a place that is special to me.  I spent a day there with my sister a long time ago.  It is a place of beauty and significance.  It's highly inaccessible without some challenge.  One can't just drive there any time they feel like it.  It's only accessible to the public by shuttle during the summer months.  I hope that keeps the beauty intact.  Maybe it's a bucket list item for my 60th birthday... nine months early.  Which lands at the end of June  next year.  I might be able to swing it.  Maybe my Mom needs a different trip.  So many ideas.  It's over five hours from my Mom's farm to Moraine Lake... that's not a day trip.  

Wow... all that inspiration from a card from a grieving friend.  Maybe she wants to come with us.  Maybe it's not a big deal for my Mom. I have to think of that too.  Mom is more into seeing people than places.  More to think about.  Maybe another friend of mine needs a journey of sorts.  Lots to think about.  But the idea is planted.  Now I just need to water it for the next year.  

Day 16: Broken Gifts from a Broken Giftgiver

I have more memories of gifts from my sister that broke or were in pieces, than gifts that stayed whole.  Even one of the last gift cards I got from her was "broken"... it didn't work and Canadian Tire had to send me another gift card.  The last gift I got from my sister was a jigsaw puzzle.  Those are meant to come in pieces.  

Something about my sister's gift giving spoke to me this morning.  At first, I wondered why I couldn't see the gift giver as broken.   I wondered if she was inadvertently trying to send her little sister a message.  

"I'm not the perfect person you believe me to be. I can break too."  I just didn't see it until most of her life was over.  

I got cross from her from Guatemala that broke twice.  I had tried to fix it once and it still broke.  The bookmark from Hawaii that I have on my desk (attached picture above) was also a gift from Jennifer.  I haven't fixed it yet.  It stays broken... just like my sister.  

That bookmark was precious because of the turtle in the middle of the bookmark.  I love turtles.  Their story means something to me now.  I didn't find the need to bury this one like I buried the Guatemala cross on Good Friday of 2022.  I might tell that story later... I can't find it in the other years yet.  Maybe it is one for the end of the Authentic Lent Journey this year.  

I am sad today.  I got a letter from a mother figure in my life that made me sad even before I opened it up.  I am just expecting sadness from her letters because I have made her sad with my story.  I am in a constant struggle to know how to respond to her every time she sends me notes like... 

"Ruby, I hope and pray that some day we can talk and share once again about the love of God together!" 

I remember my own mother telling me once... "I just wish you could come back to Jesus."  I responded to her -  thanks to Rob Bell's wisdom... "We don't go back, Mom... we only go forward..." 

My other mother wants me to go backwards and that's not even possible anymore.  I don't go back... I can only go forward.  Rob Bell was right.  

"Now maybe you can't do the whole "God" thing.  Okay.  Maybe you're like "No Way"... Maybe for you the word "God" is all wrapped up in what feels to you like a step backwards."  Rob Bell (Everything is Spiritual)  

Rob Bell understands... how do I make my other Mama understand.  How do I show her that some things that are broken don't get fixed?  How do I tell her that some things that die don't come back to life?  How do I keep loving her?  I guess that is the biggest question.  To love her is to support her fantasy.  At least that is how I see it now ... as a fantasy.  She can't support my lack of needing that same fantasy.  This rock only rolls one way.  That is why I am sad today.  Like Sisyphus, It is exhausting to keep pushing this stone up hill.  All it wants to do is roll one way and that is downhill.  I'm tired and I'm sad.  

The longest lasting gift my sister gave me were these words... 

"We'll find something in common."  

Our days of making that a reality are over... but the energy behind those words needs to be transferred to my other relationships.  Can we find things in common without sacrificing each other's passions and beliefs?  I hope so.  What hope is there for humanity if we can't?