Gallery post by @brmarincel.
Source: Autumn Colors
Gallery post by @brmarincel.
Source: Autumn Colors
I have travelled a journey this last year of challenges, tears, joys, fear and growth, of becoming reacquainted with old friends and most importantly reacquainted with myself. Someone recently said to me quizzically that I was different, that I had changed. Initially I was shocked by their comment and their apparent confusion. Taking a deliberate pause in my day I stopped and reflected on change and my life. Change I have come to realise is a sly creature, tending to evolve in small increments, unnoticeable in its individual steps but obvious when examined and in its accumulation.
One year ago, after 29 years shared with my old love, I suddenly found myself single again as we went our separate ways in life. Yes, I had been single before but that had been in my twenties! This was different, now with four adult children, one still at school and three at university and me the only bread winner. Fear kicked in and became my constant companion in every waking hour determined too to share my half empty bed at night, even in my dreams. Yet here I am one year later more at peace with myself and the world, still fearful at times but able now to welcome this guest called fear, opening myself up to finding out what it has come to tell me about myself and the new opportunities of growth that it has to offer.
Nature, breath, mindfulness, walking, visual journaling, counselling, problem solving, time in silence, prayer, old friends and new, my family and my dog have all in their own ways sustained me on this journey but most of all it has been my focus on gratitude that has been the biggest support and life lesson. Gratitude in the small things in life that until a year ago I had forgotten how to see although they were right in front of me. The gentle breeze on my face, the curl on the end of my dog’s nose that warms my heart, the smiles and hugs of my children, the sun peeping through a grey cloud, laughing at puns, the triumph of learning to back a trailer, paying bills, putting food on the table, a freshly made bed with clean sheets still smelling of sunshine, watching birds in the yard having a dust bath, these and all the other small wonders and joys that life presents to us countless times each and every day. Yes I have changed, I am more aware and appreciative of the blessings in my life, of the world around me, of living in the moment rather than the past or the future and of the precious gift that life is. I am here to savour what life has to offer me, to learn and to keep changing more and more into the person that I believe that I am and can be. Fear will be my companion on this journey but so too will growth, courage, laughter and tears, all there to nudge me to live in the moment, open to all that life has to offer.
Blessings to you all on the journey.
Heart and mind
free of worries
dropped into stillness
comfort
joy.
Shoulders warmed by sun
Face brushed by breeze
Feet teased by grains of sand, seaweed, cooling waves.
Fully present
Feeling
Living
Now
My journey into spirituality or rather my recognition of this journey began just over ten years ago. It was not an easy path that I took, rather as David Tacey describes it, I took the ‘left-hand path into depth and potential growth’[1] as I experienced burnout and depression. This was not a journey that I welcomed at the time for it forced me into solitude where I not only encountered my authentic self but also God, both of whom I had been fleeing across the years. Now I can recognize the gifts that depression brought me and I thank God for bringing me to my knees, for embracing me in my grief and enfolding me in love and forgiveness.
In breaking me open God re-birthed me as someone who welcomed and embraced their spirituality and who integrated this into their life. Ten years ago, when I was claimed by God in my brokenness and journeyed to rediscover self, I could find no one else who could understand what I was going through or whom could help me to understand and make sense of what was happening to me. In his book The Spirituality Revolution[2] David Tacey talks of authentic spirituality and provides a framework in which to understand spiritual growth in a secular world. He points out that what I was going through was the beginning of mature spiritual growth where I was questioning not only my childhood faith but also all that I had been through and had questioned since childhood.
Why is spiritual growth and its developmental stages not common knowledge in the wider society? Why as a society have we severed off our spiritual selves and any knowledge or understanding of life’s spiritual journey and the stages of spiritual development or lack thereof? It seems to me to be mainly in the Christian tradition, especially the Catholic and Anglican traditions and more recently writers such as Tacey, Marcus Borg, Kathleen Norris and others that acknowledge and seek to understand the human spirit’s journey. In our secular society we deny the spiritual. In so doing we fail to recognize or acknowledge the experiences of spirit that are a normal part of the human experience. We no longer understand the questioning of life, its purpose and its meaning and we fail to comprehend the struggles of the spirit that are part of life’s journey. As a consequence many stumble and lose their way on the journey, unable to find answers, feeling empty and believing that life is pointless. I believe that as a society we ignore our spiritual selves at our peril and are witnessing the symptoms of this ignorance and denial of spirit in the mental, emotional, physical and social ills of society including environmental degradation and the resulting climate change.
My life’s spiritual journey began at birth with my childhood and teen years spent in my nominally Presbyterian family. I attended Sunday school regularly (without my parents) and was strongly influenced by a very devout Grandmother who actively lived out her faith and whom I desired to emulate. Eventually though, in my late teens, I rejected my childhood faith and during my twenties and thirties sojourned through Buddhism and later the New Age. During these years I constantly felt empty and was unable to fill the hole that I felt inside. It was not until coming to my knees did I find a new home in the spirituality of solitude, encounter with self and with God. Through retreats in Franciscan, Cistercian, Ignatian and other Catholic spiritual traditions I began to open again to my spirituality. Here in confronting self and God in the silence I found a spiritual pathway that enabled me to open to God’s healing love. I was able to finally embrace my spiritual nature, to love and be loved by God and to rediscover not only my Christian faith tradition but to discover the richness of the spiritual traditions of the Catholic Church. This is the ‘born again’ experience that some Christians talk about although I do not place myself within the Fundamentalist view of being born again. Rather, I see this ‘born again’ experience as Marcus Borg does, as a process where I have come into a new way of being, with my life centred in God and in the Spirit[3]. As I have travelled further along the road of this spiritual journey I am now, more a more comfortable to rest in silence with God and to be in relationship with God. Borg sees spirituality as ‘… becoming conscious of and intentional about a deepening relationship with God’[4] and that this being born again is a process that occurs again and again. Since returning to ‘faith’ I have been very conscious of God in my life and have continued to deepen my relationship with God through regular silent retreats, prayer life, spiritual practices, study, spending time in nature, mindfulness and walking. I have ventured into the study of theology in an ecumenical institution, become a Catholic, qualified as a teacher of Religious Education in Catholic schools, worked as a Religious Education Co-ordinator and now work in a secular setting with people experiencing a mental illness assisting them to open to and address their spirituality. All these steps along the path of my spiritual journey I now recognize as typical stages in spiritual growth. God has been with me in all of these experiences and has planted within me a deep desire to share with others on the journey my experiences and the knowledge that I have gained on the way.
However, despite what I have learnt and experienced I still stumble, lose my way and even doubt my faith. As a person who only seems to learn the hard way, through repeated and oftentimes difficult experiences and hard lessons, I have once again found myself lost on the journey stumbling around trying to find my way back into relationship with Spirit. Tacey points out that many, like me, who go back to tradition and embrace it, lose in the process their spirituality![5] Here in Central Australian I have been blessed to rediscover my spirituality, my relationship with my authentic self and God in the desert.
The journey continues. At times I feel weary and buck and kick against God and life, asking why, why, why won’t you let me rest? I call out to God telling God that I don’t feel strong enough for the struggles and pain anymore. And yet God keep prodding me and leading me to experience a sense of God’s Spirit and presence in this harsh landscape. Here in the Centre I am being called by God to grow more and more, to live the sacred in daily life, to embrace Spirit and be open to what God has to tell me in Creation.
I have always found God through being in nature from my early childhood until the present; even when for twenty-five years I rejected the Church and Christianity. God has been present for me in the scent of gums and the smoke of a campfire, in fiery sunsets and gentle dawns, in the texture of gnarled ancient eucalypt tree trunks, the sound of gurgling streams and the chorus of chattering finches, warbling magpies and the laugh of the kookaburra. But never have I encountered God’s presence as strongly as I have here in the Centre. What is it about this harsh ancient land that hits me in the chest, takes my breath away and says listen, be still, I am with you? It is so hard to articulate, to quantify, and to really understand what happens or why. There is something about this harsh landscape that sears my soul and calls me to be fully present to God and to self.
In the words of Noel Davis:
There are places that call us
To still and be
Places of reflection
Quiet, wild, timeless
That overflow the soul
And draw us in
To the silence of our heartland.[6]
This land and its timeless places calls me to be silent and to wait on God. Here I cannot run from God or self. When I am out here, away from town, God calls me and pulls at me, confronts me with the beauty of the land with its rugged mountain ranges scoured and uplifted over millennia, cut through by callous riverbeds which when filled with the bounty of rain erode the rocks wearing a pathway through the mountain ranges. God is teaching me to look, to listen and to learn to see the streams flowing deep beneath the sands from which I can draw sustenance for the journey, even in times of barrenness. God is using these streams to erode the rocks of my resistance to take me further along the road of my life’s spiritual journey.
October 2010. Alice Springs, N.T.
Excerpts from a previously submitted essay for a Master of Educational Leadership, ACU.
[1] Tacey, D. (2003). The spirituality revolution: the emergence of contemporary spirituality. Melbourne: HarperCollins
[2] Ibid.
[3] Borg, M. (2004). The heart of Christianity. New York: HarperCollins
[4] Ibid.
[5] Tacey, D. (2003). The spirituality revolution: the emergence of contemporary spirituality. Melbourne: HarperCollins
[6] Davis, N. (2003). From the wilds of the heart comes the singing of the quiet. Narooma, NSW: Lifeflow Education
During my years of living in Alice Springs I was gifted with a deep connection to the presence of God in the land.
For me God’s presence was palpable.
Daily I could sense it in the sounds of the flurry of beating wings of flocks of budgies as they swirled and swooped through the warm air above the desert. Felt in the wind against my sweaty skin or in the textures of the sand that I sat on in dry river beds, the rocks that I climbed in the ranges spreading east and west from town, and in the trees and shrubs that I walked through daily on the trails around where I lived. Smelt in the gum leaves crushed under foot, the scent of honey rich native flowers and the sun baking on the dry ancient soils. Seen in the stark contrasts of the iron rich, red rocks and soils standing stark against the turquoise skies and interspersed with the white trunked ghost gums, topped by their canopy of muted green leaves as they lined the dry creek beds that meander throughout the centre of Australia. Tasted in the bitterness of bush tomatoes and in the sweetness of smoky billy tea freshly made on a campfire.
All my senses called to be alert to God’s presence in this sacred land.
12/12/14 Victoria, Australia
Lord
for all blessings
whether discovered in pain or in joy
I give thanks.
For the tears of loved ones
and the frustrations on the journey
I give thanks.
For times spent in silence
and times spent laughing
I give thanks.
For the shy questions of young ones
and the angry protests of youth
I give thanks.
For the slowness of old age
and the energy of youth
I give thanks.
For the flurry of bird wings
and for the setting sun
I give thanks.
Thank you Lord
for the gift of life that you give to us.
Thank you Lord
for your everlasting love.
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