My surprising place to find God ... my daughter's Irish step class! Whenever my daughter misses a Thursday class, she can make up the lesson on Sunday morning. The trade off is she misses Mass with us as a family. I was feeling quite guilty as I dropped her off one Sunday morning while the rest of us headed to church 3 minutes down the road. However, when I walked in to pick her up I saw this group of girls leaping for the heavens perfectly in sync and my guilt began to melt. While we were in the pews reciting the prayers passed down from many generations, sitting, standing and kneeling in sync with other parishioners she was dancing a dance passed down from her ancestors and moving her body in sync with people she doesn't necessarily know very well but shares common interest with. She comes out of that lesson beaming, buzzing with a mystic vitality pumping through her veins ... not so far from the feeling we had walking out of Mass. I much prefer to have our oldest in the pews next to us and participating in Mass but I now see her Thursday classes as her own special, unique, and graceful dance with God.
This is SO beautiful, how we pray with our bodies in so many ways and places and times. Loved this image of you praying for her while she danced. Thank you for sharing it with us!
Love your newsletter as always. The link to the poem Glorious was very timely for me as I had just cried openly while reading Petook: The Rooster Who Met Jesus. It’s just beautiful. I think you may have been the one who recommended it. It’s a treasure for kids even though my kids are older (9 and 13) they still enjoyed it.
To answer your question: every spring I feel like I experience God when I see the first sprouts of daffodils coming up through the cold, hard ground. It seems so early that they break through but it’s always welcome.
Isn't that a delightful poem? I tear up at so many children's book - they are truly such a gorgeous genre of literature for adults, too. And thank you for this reminder of God's presence and hope in the first shoots of spring. We are still snowed in here in MN so I am craving the sight and smell of spring in a big way this year!
Thanks for sharing my book! The last surprising place I met God was in the bathtub :)
Love this! I am a big fan of remembering baptism every time I step into the shower, so I'm grinning at this place of sacred encounter.
My surprising place to find God ... my daughter's Irish step class! Whenever my daughter misses a Thursday class, she can make up the lesson on Sunday morning. The trade off is she misses Mass with us as a family. I was feeling quite guilty as I dropped her off one Sunday morning while the rest of us headed to church 3 minutes down the road. However, when I walked in to pick her up I saw this group of girls leaping for the heavens perfectly in sync and my guilt began to melt. While we were in the pews reciting the prayers passed down from many generations, sitting, standing and kneeling in sync with other parishioners she was dancing a dance passed down from her ancestors and moving her body in sync with people she doesn't necessarily know very well but shares common interest with. She comes out of that lesson beaming, buzzing with a mystic vitality pumping through her veins ... not so far from the feeling we had walking out of Mass. I much prefer to have our oldest in the pews next to us and participating in Mass but I now see her Thursday classes as her own special, unique, and graceful dance with God.
This is SO beautiful, how we pray with our bodies in so many ways and places and times. Loved this image of you praying for her while she danced. Thank you for sharing it with us!
This is beautiful. Thanks Laura .
Thank you, Julie!
Love your newsletter as always. The link to the poem Glorious was very timely for me as I had just cried openly while reading Petook: The Rooster Who Met Jesus. It’s just beautiful. I think you may have been the one who recommended it. It’s a treasure for kids even though my kids are older (9 and 13) they still enjoyed it.
To answer your question: every spring I feel like I experience God when I see the first sprouts of daffodils coming up through the cold, hard ground. It seems so early that they break through but it’s always welcome.
Sorry, the poem was Wondrous, not Glorious
Isn't that a delightful poem? I tear up at so many children's book - they are truly such a gorgeous genre of literature for adults, too. And thank you for this reminder of God's presence and hope in the first shoots of spring. We are still snowed in here in MN so I am craving the sight and smell of spring in a big way this year!