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…

thirsting for God…

I’ve begun a book suggested by a twitter friend called “Thirsting for God in a Land of Shallow Wells” by Matthew Gallatin. Ok so here’s the thing.  I’m only in the first section of the book, written as memoir he has an interesting story. At this point he’s been through the denominational wringer so to speak. This is a man in search of “truth.”  It’s funny, I have never sought “truth.” I…

hot buttons…

I’m making my list. I’m checking it twice…three times…maybe four. As I’m reading about the tradition I am thinking over and over about the reasons I have turned away from the “church” in this country. The odd thing is that I’m not REMINDED of this when I’m reading it. It’s not as if I’m reading the doctrine and think, “oh hey THAT is why I shun organized religion…”  Not at all. I’m…

matins…

It turns out that the church I’m courting does have a matins service during the week…so, there’s that. I’ve been looking for a way to do a kind of location scout and maybe this is the way to do it.  I’m told that there are not many seats in the typical orthodox sanctuary…most people stand during the service. This thought lends me some angst. I wish I could just be invisible until…