I Brace Myself to Consider a Dearly Beloved…
13 August, 2011 § Leave a comment
… and threatened world,
and stake my heart onto pieces of
what’s left of it.
— barbara kingsolver, small wonder
As I have a bit more free time on my hands this week, I’ve been flipping back through journal pages and informal snapshots of the past several months in my neighborhood — and I’m reminded of Annie Dillard’s observation when she writes, “Beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.”
I want to practice presence, whether that’s next to a night-lit skyline, a chipped kitchen sink or a porch overflowing with nodding flower heads, with people like Norma, Carlton, the Kennedy siblings and Miss Helen, in the places of hurt and healing and joy and sorrow all around. I want to understand this Emmanuel we follow, this God with us. I want to be here.
In this place of which you say it is a waste…
there will be heard again the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness.
— prophet Jeremiah