water…

I have the strongest urge to break away from my noisy life this week and just sit in the church.  I’ve asked Fr. G and he has said that if someone is at the church I can get in there.  I think it’s because I want some practice, some quiet.  It’s the toe in the water instead of just jumping in.  I’ve never liked just jumping in fast. Everyone says it’s the…

the holy kiss…

I’ve written about The Holy Kiss on Mrs Metaphor in the past. I’m reminded of this concept again today as I consider the idea of the veneration of icons.  This practice is one that we did not employ in the Catholic church and so the “awkward” factor kicks up a bit more around this issue. I don’t have a problem with the idea of venerating an icon, I really don’t. It might…

night…

What is it about the night that it’s able to bring such moments of doubt and sadness? I’ve always loved the night, loved the quiet it offered. Lately, though, the night has been an enemy; I’m tired but unable to sleep. The nighttime becomes an opportunity for my confusion to come to the surface. Forget the noonday demon, acedia strikes at night for me. I label acedia as “why bother.”  I’m not…

healthy…

I’m not organized. I’m not tidy. It’s very very hard for me to find time, make time, be timely about things that ought to be done. Laundry and dishes are easy in the quotidian realm.  If I don’t do the laundry we have nothing to wear, if I don’t do the dishes we have nothing to hold our food.  The repercussions of NOT doing these daily tasks are fairly immediate.  Someone will…

live…

Fr G. spoke about the “nous” last week. I know this word already. He spoke of “nous” as being the “eye of the soul.”  This is the metaphor I’ve heard employed in the past.  Everyone who has given that description has explained that it is incredibly lacking. What the “nous” represents to us is so much more which is why the loss of it’s meaning in our lives is so great. We’ve…

vespers…

I attended Vespers at the Greek Orthodox church last night for the first time. I felt as I expected…awkward, confused, grateful, tired, did I mention awkward? I wanted it to be darker in there. It was so light. I wanted to hide, very badly. It was interesting because just as I began to realize no one was watching me, judging my feeble attempts to understand hand motions and timing and listening, just…

long distance running…

I’m not a runner. I mean, I try but I’m just not really built for it. I’m more the flexibility and strength training kind of body.  Running is something I do because it has merit for me and because I’m able to do it most places I go. I can take that practice with me wherever I go.  It becomes a kind of prayer in that way.   A friend mentioned a…