Friday, June 28, 2013

A little chaos is good for the soul ... right?

The evening started off wrong, and got worse.

The commuter train, normally so reliable, had a thirty-minute delay due to a fire of unspecified source and location. It's so annoying when you never find out what really, really happened! We want all the details, and we never get them. But that's fine. After a looooong wait on the platform, I did manage to squeeze onto a train, with several hundred other people, where I stood with my face practically jammed into a large man's sweaty armpit.  Ah, the disadvantages of being short.

At home, it was a lively scene. Somehow our wireless router, as well as our four laptops, had all been hacked. I assume this is unrelated to the train fire, haha.  Family members clutched their cellphones, in various stages of having credit cards canceled and bank accounts checked. Microsoft charged us several hundred dollars to clear everything up. It was a costly security lesson.

Then I went into the kitchen. There, in a shoebox on the counter, was a baby rabbit. A perfectly lovely baby rabbit, all of six inches long, with delicate little furry feet and perfect little bunny ears. And he was perfectly dead. My daughter had snatched him from the beak of a crow aiming to carry him off for supper. Alas, she must have been a few moments too late, because he expired in the box.

So the computers were dead, the credit cards were canceled, the rabbit had died. I tell you, if I were still drinking, that would have been the night for it! I escaped the chaos and attended my book club.

On returning home, I asked my daughter what she had done with the dead rabbit. Had she wrapped it in plastic and placed it in the trash outside? Had she buried it? Where was its final resting place?

She put it in the freezer. Trash doesn't get collected until next Wednesday, and she was afraid it would attract wild animals.

So the computers were still dead, we had no available credit, and I had a dead, infant bunny in my freezer.

It was just another night in the 'hood, I guess.  

Friday, June 07, 2013

Time for the desert?

Next week I will be heading out to Wisconsin, for the Order of Julian's annual affiliates' retreat and JulianFest weekend. Nearly three days will be spent in silence before our festive weekend begins. Despite the retreat center's beautiful location on Lake Oconomowoc, I think of this retreat as my annual time in the desert. I look forward to the silence.

And so I have begun to develop piles of items to pack. Among these are:

      Journals I need to read
      Candles (the battery-powered type)
      Music for meditation
      My journal 
      My laptop
      Materials for planning a haiku retreat. 
Hmmm. God?

Where did I put him? Is he in one of the piles? Am I going to have time to listen to him, or will I be totally occupied with "stuff"? This is a real danger with me: that I will leave no real time to listen for anything the Holy Spirit may wish to say.

Lord, give me the patience, the stillness, to await your arrival in the silence of my heart.