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Shalom, Stinkbugs & Utmost Civility

by Laurie Klein 14 Chiming In

“Shalom” is the one word I cannot speak when faced with stinkbugs.

Sleep in a room infested with kamikaze wing-buzz and reek? Fat chance.

Shalom suggests lions laying down with lambs.

lion and lamb shalom

I will NOT lay down anywhere with stinkbugs.

Hence, The Bug Bomb.

And the death toll: 1 bedroom, 23 stinkos plus dozens of flies.

Then, post-carnage, the guilt.

Aren’t we meant to live at peace with creation as well as people?

Shalom

Peace is only one accurate translation for shalom.

The word also means harmony, both spiritual and physical.

Wholeness. Fullness. Prosperity.

Inner completeness, soundness, tranquility.

Welfare: “to be safe in mind, body, or estate.”

An inward sense of rest despite outward circumstances.

Doug Hershey describes shalom as reciprocity, “. . . a type of wholeness that encourages you to give back—to generously repay something in some way.”

Probably excluding bug bombs.

Rabbi David Zaslow writes, “In the Hebraic way of thinking, wholeness is the joining together of opposites.”

Seems like-mindedness is optional.

Shalom also means “hello” and “farewell.”

“When I come from somewhere,” Rabbi Zaslow explains, “I am going somewhere else…“ [which produces a peace with wholeness as its source]. “[A]ll my opposing energies are somehow linked and part of a single whole.”

Which may include one’s personal nemesis.

caged

Or take divergent political views wherein dissenters attempt to wall off the opposition. Who will restrain the roar between left- and right-wingers?

 

wings of shalom

“It takes two wings for an eagle to fly,” Rabbi Zaslow observes. “It takes the integration of two opposing positions for there to be real shalom.”

 

How do we approach integration?

We might consider the word dialogue, meaning “across reason” or “speech that goes back and forth.”

What if those who disagree with us—even stridently—uniquely offer each of us the potential gift of deeper personal wholeness?

A touch of shalom.

Speech that goes back and forth might mean:

  • redefining vocabulary when semantics derails discussion
  • refusing to formulate our comeback while the other person is still speaking
  • planting an idea, then making peace with our role in whatever sprouts

Shalom sprout

 

 

 

Can we listen deeply first, then challenge one another with civility?

What we speak embodies the power of life or death (Prov. 18:21).

Shalom To-Dos

My friend Mark, an artist, writer, and self-described “grumpy Jewish Christian,” tells me some rabbis teach that the Messiah will come when a certain unknown (yet fixed) number of good deeds are completed, each deed containing an element of shalom.

Could we add our small efforts to that growing number? Not to earn merit, or points, but rather enhance someone else’s tranquility, wholeness, safety, and rest.

Empowered by grace, good deeds are honest. Practical. Sustainable.

Years ago Bill and I recorded a song in unison. Blending our voices required deep listening to one another, surrendering our assumptions, and making ongoing, minute adjustments.

Can you discern each voice? Click here to hear “Shalom,” beautifully arranged and produced by our brilliant friend Chris Lobdell.

How might you live a life of shalom this week? I’d love more ideas . . .

p.s. I created a Playlist from song titles you suggested. Click “Reader’s Playlist” in menu bar.

Thank you again for sharing!

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Filed Under: Immersions Tagged With: civility, dialogue, listening, peace, reciprocity, shalom, stinkbugs, sustainable October 2, 2017

Kyrie Eleison: Seeking Mercy

by Laurie Klein 14 Chiming In

Kyrie eleison:

It may or may not have been the same year
Daddy survived electric shock therapy,
that year he lived in a quiet building by water
with scratchy linens and locked windows
and a special room where people did crafts,

the year I was 7 or 8 years old,
when I first spoke Greek.

It happened by way of a song. Old enough
to stand beside Mom in church,
entrusted with one side of the red hymnbook,
ancient words in a magical language
rose around us: Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison—

Lord, have mercy, Christ have mercy.

It’s all I can think of today.

I’ve turned off ongoing footage of catastrophe, heartbreak and accusations, nuclear stand-offs, and always, always, the endless spin.

Not that I want escape. Well, maybe, a little.

I need to re-position myself squarely, silently, in God’s presence.

kyrie of the clouds

Out of stillness comes a memory of classes taken.

For the student of Mime, the first key position is Neutral. Neither rigid, sloppy, nor static, it’s a posture of yielded, relaxed, absolute readiness. The whole being is poised. Alert. Balanced.

Neutral is the springboard for any initial gesture. A launch pad for the slightest expression. Action. Story.

I must keep returning to temporary neutral. I need a larger perspective, a longer view. A sense of how God wants me to respond as I go along. There’s a road that I am traveling.

You have one too.

As Mr. Mister famously sang, back in the ’80s: “Kyrie eleison on this road that I must travel.” (link below)

Not resignation, but rather, responsiveness.

Not apathy, but radical, trusting attention.

And then—shock therapy—as I’m writing this post my screen alerts me to a high school shooting today: 3 injured, one dead, the killer in custody. In a town of barely 500 people—not far from mine.

Lord, have mercy!

Words fail us. Fate laughs. Logic shrugs and turns its back.

In times like these, music can help us keep our hearts open, empathic. It helps us pray.

Below are my favorite Kyrie versions, in multiple genres, some with visuals. Please experience several (use the back arrow at the top of your screen to return to the post for more links).

And … can we start a Playlist? Leave a title and/or link in the comments below and tell us your go-to music when life falls apart. I’ll create a Playlist and post it.

Meanwhile, here’s a springboard prayer:

Cupped in our hands, held in our minds and our hearts,
here, and now, Merciful God who encompasses all,
here is what we can barely hold:

Eric Lagerstrom: stunning music, photos (some of them wrenching)

My favorite today, click arrow below, static image, birdsong, strings

Gospel choir, outstanding soloist, easy to sing along

Static snow scene, acoustic folk, Isaac Wardell

Korean Children’s Choir, World Vision, haunting A cappella

Choral version, underscores compelling abstract paintings by Natalia Rudzina

Taizé, international gathering of believers

Introspective, Chris Tomlin

Exciting, Mr. Mister, ’80s soft rock plus onstage/offstage video

Interactive prayer for mercy and protection

Please share title and/or link for your go-to music. It’s one more way we keep each other strong.

LINK TO PLAYLIST

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Filed Under: Immersions Tagged With: kyrie eleison, mercy, music, neutral, shock therapy September 13, 2017

Upbeat People, Unsung Transitions

by Laurie Klein 20 Chiming In

Upbeat: adjective, to maintain good cheer—despite circumstances.

staying upbeat before it all falls in
That nerve-wracking Vacation Moment—luminous beauty before it all falls in

How to stay upbeat when life implodes?

Start by looking back.

Since 1950, upbeat has been used as an adjective, meaning lighthearted. Buoyant. Exuberant.

upbeat dogs romp on beach

First used in 1869, however, the word upbeat was a noun, a synonym for anacrucis.

Originally, anacrucis—or upbeat—signified a musical pickup, or lead-in: the note(s) preceding a song’s downbeat. This definition still applies. Think of the happy in “Happy Birthday ” or the I in my song “I Love You, Lord.”

Anacrucis also refers to the initial, unstressed syllables before a poem’s meter kicks in.

Unstressed? Now that gets my attention.

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Filed Under: Immersions Tagged With: anacrusis, lulls and unsung transitions, unstressed, upbeat September 5, 2017

Chosen Again, Moonshadow Day

by Laurie Klein 38 Chiming In

Moody skies. A cliff. An abandoned stroller . . .

chosen chariot awaiting

Who took the baby?

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May I tell you a story?

On August 21st the solar eclipse will, in some locations, turn day into darkness. I wish you could know what the day means for our family.

On this day a year ago, an unwanted child was born to a drug-addicted mother and unknown father.

The parents would not cradle or feed or rock their baby girl.

They’d never be the metaphorical sun and moon watching over her world.

The baby, traumatized by Lithium withdrawal, could not settle and would not eat.

Our daughter, Rachel, agreed to work with her in the Neonatal Care Unit.

Love ignited their first moments together.

Rachel took this baby . . . into her heart.

Irresistibly drawn, she and her husband would rescue her, raise her, and nurture little Kiki into wholeness.

chosen to be cherished

Perhaps Kiki sensed she’d been chosen, because she relaxed. She ate and slept. Her new responsiveness to love lit up the room.

Homecoming

Ongoing drug withdrawal consumed compassion, patience, and stamina.

Even tightly swaddled, sometimes Kiki could not bear to be touched, and I carried her around and around the house on a cushion. As with so many of our solutions, the pillow trick worked but wasn’t foolproof.

Weeks passed. Red-eyed and shaky with fatigue, Rachel and Damon agonized over her anguish. She shrieked and flailed.

“I’ve got you,” Damon would whisper, holding her close. “I’ve got you.”

Is this what it means to be chosen and cherished by God?

To be rescued, again and again—no matter what. To be made part of a family, given a new name.

Sometimes few words are needed. Touch is all.

Kiki’s suffering raged on.

Will the clouds part?

People who follow total eclipses wonder: Is our equipment good enough? Will the clouds part? We’ve come all this way . . . what if the wonder eludes us?

As caregivers, sometimes we miss glimmers of light when our loved one’s pain is vast and their progress, incremental.

We doubt our ability. God seems remote. Hidden.

Who will hold us and say, “I’ve got you.”?

We turn to “the man with starlight in his veins,” as writer Brian Doyle once called Jesus.

Then we offer ragged presence.

Chosen Again, Moonshadow Day

chosen one
“To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson

Kiki is thriving.

On the solar eclipse we’ll celebrate her first birthday . . . at the courthouse. We’ll witness the finalization of her adoption. She’ll be formally chosen, again, and for always, in a court of law . . .

. . . with all manner of declarations and testimonies, photos and signatures.

Can you imagine the hugging? No words needed. Touch is all.

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Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light.
Did it take long to find me? And are you gonna stay the night?

“Moonshadow,” by Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens)

More of Kiki’s story here

 

 

 

Filed Under: Immersions Tagged With: adoption, cherished, chosen, eclipse, love, moonshadow August 20, 2017

Playdate: Deep Breaths, Double Takes, Daydreams

by Laurie Klein 20 Chiming In

Playdate? What planet is Klein on now?

“Playdate,” by definition, may be a toddler gig, but experiencing one enlivens and reorients us—at any age.

For instance:

  • Daydreaming: Has it been awhile?
  • Double takes: Remember, they’re quasi-athletic.
  • Jaunts: Why not enjoy risk and exhilaration?

You might feel overwhelmed, over-digitized, overcome by a restless heart (or, restless mate/kids/grandkids) . . .

Troubled by global violence and civil unrest . . .

Weary of weeds and dust, arthritis, estrangement, too many guests . . .

Could it be you’re running low on respite, and short on play?

How about an Armchair Staydate, right here, right now? Preferably one that involves leaves (since I have pictures of them).

Let this amateur gallery jaunt evoke a few deep breaths. Double takes. Daydreams.

Taking if leaf by leaf

Is this one a mirror? Sometimes we mortals lurch around, flattened by life, emotionally spent, spiritually threadbare.

leaf

Lord knows, we’re trying to launch the project, get back in shape, meet the monster deadline.

We may be pushing through envy. Anger. Inhospitable circumstances.

leaf unfurling through stone

One green sprig muscling through roadway re-frames hardship as possibility.

Oh, this dear earth! An ancient arrangement ensures leaves absorb our toxic carbon dioxide; we absorb their oxygen. I forget this. Remembering alters my view—altars my view.

Deep breath.

Where can I share a little life today?

. . .

Notice these flowers growing between a hard place and its shadow.

Playdate: Horticulturally Thumbing a Nose at Rough Terrain

They don’t settle for blah. Or worse, bleak. They don’t forgo blooming until better conditions appear.

Deep breath.

Where will I inject fizz, or a dash of color today? A softening touch?

. . .

Leaf through the Book

We’re each like a tree planted by water, the psalmist tells us, “whose leaves do not wither.”

Sure as Hosta leaves steadily breathe out water vapor (thereby drawing up more moisture through roots and stems), we can exhale, pause, watch for what may transpire.

Hosta, la vista

Deep breath.

In what way will I offer someone (including myself) a cup of cool water today?

. . .

No matter how we feel, we are not stranded, beached and alone beneath starless skies.

Sure as the moon with her silver pulleys hauls out the sea, the tide will change.

Might as well watch for surprise bouquets at our feet.

seaweed on shore

Deep breath.

Where will God surprise me today?

. . .

Sure as our brain’s firing neurons numerically compare to billions and squillions of stars in the Milky Way, light eventually reaches us—wherever we are.

Polka Dot Playdate: Begonias Have All the Best Dirt

Deep breath.

When did I last stargaze?

What new constellation of grace is emerging in those I love, and how do I call out shine?

. . .

“Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore.
There is always something to make you wonder
in the shape of a tree,
the trembling of a leaf.”

—Albert Schweitzer

Life is precarious. Let’s take a page from The Leaf Playbook:

  • Book a playdate (or staydate)
  • Cultivate double takes
  • Exha-a-a-a–le . . . and see what transpires
  • Court surprise
  • Wait for the Light

What’s your favorite playdate/staydate? I’d love some fresh ideas . . .

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More daydreaming here: http://bigthink.com/21st-century-spirituality/creativity-and-distraction
More about double-takes here
More about jaunts here
For more ideas, dip into this wonder-full book: Playdates with God, by Laura Boggess

Filed Under: Immersions Tagged With: daydreaming, deep breath, double-take, jaunt, leaf, playdate, re-center August 6, 2017

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