Incarceration

Awakening to Enough on Wakeful Wednesday

Incarceration, Love, Photography, spiritual practice, Spirituality
This week has been a struggle to sift through finance commitments. That is never a truly fun experience. But, upon reflection, I can see the grace in seeing where our money goes and what we are doing with it. And what we want vs. what we need. Or even more, when do we have enough? There are some strange parables about managing money out there. There is the story of the widow's mite where a woman gives her two mites in support of the Temple, exemplifying sacrificial giving. Not so strange. But that is in the same writings that the story of the Good Manager is in. The Good Manager is a money-manager for a rich man. He takes the rich man's money and does a bad job managing the money. He is about to be let go and apparently has a deadline.  I imagine, "You have two months to shape this up and
Wakeful Wednesday

Wakeful Wednesday

Incarceration, Love, Photography, spiritual practice, Spirituality
"Where is God?" That is the cry that I often hear from kids in detention as they look back at their lives. Or, "I feel closer to God in here than I do when I'm on the outs!" This is rapidly followed by wondering why God is not present in their lives when they are at home but present here. I say to them, "It's not that God ever leaves you, but that here, you are slowed down enough to be awake to God's presence." Slow Down. Be awake. Begin Again. So our Wednesdays are going to be a pause where we can reflect on being spiritually awake to the presence of the Divine and when we feel the absence of the Divine in our spiritual sleepfulness. This week, I want to share a bit about my Christmas Day. I went into the detention center to celebrate Christmas morning with the youth in detention. We pr...

Beloved Community

Incarceration, Poetry
doors clang open and shut controlled by anonymous guardian benefactor, antagonist, never friend while longing for love or glance controlled by anonymous guardian heir of wisdom unlearned waits while longing for love or glance postponed but not delayed heir of wisdom unlearned waits emptying of pain and filling of love postponed but not delayed finding a foothold in new life emptying of pain and filling of love benefactor, antagonist, ever friend finding a foothold in new life doors once shut, now open February, 2011 A French Pantoum Written for Poetry Potluck Prompt:  Aims, Goals, and Ambitions Explanation:  My goal is to create a bridge community between those who are incarcerated and their loved ones on the outside.   Opening the doors to healthy, community relationships.