Leanne Shawler, Artist

Yes, this is the seventh post in 7 days and I'm writing it with a headache on a Saturday evening because I meet a deadline and a challenge even if the spirit of the thing is thrown out in the process. Why do I have a headache? Well, it's either a) too much alcohol at the wedding (the Mai Tai may have been a mistake but was delicious) and not enough water or, b) Friday night I pulled the rice cooker down from the upper shelf it lives on and the glass and metal lid flew off and landed on the crown of my head. Ouch. The spot is tender. But my seventh post is not going to be about my woes. I thought I would take a look at how I went for the past seven days and see what I learned about myself. Writing blog posts for seven days is one day too many. Yes, I'm able to come up with a topic today but there were struggles through the week and I didn't really want to write this one. If I'm going to write a meaningful post like "Do You Ever Feel Like You Don't Lov...

On Friday, this is how the Jewish congregation I work for greet and farewell each other. On other days it is Shalom, peace. Shalom was the first "oh wow" moment for me working at the synagogue.  Imagine beginning each conversation with peace and ending it with peace. It's like a subtle mood adjuster. How after declaring peace can you then be at odds? This is such a beautiful and meaningful thing to say. Shalom. Peace. Peace be with you is what we say to each other in the middle of our Christian services. What an awesome wish for another. It's not just an olde fashioned greeting but an attitude, one we should not say to remember the good old days but to truly wish for each other now. Peace. Peace be with you. Shalom. Given that Christians were once Jewish, there has to be some sort of connection there but I don't know what it is. (Will research and get back to you.) I answer the phones at work with "Shalom". I am thinking ...

When a verdict like the Zimmerman case is decided: do you ever feel like you don't love enough? When a charity you donate to sends an email about malaria, lack of clean water, human trafficking and you feel like your heart can't hold it? [the writing of this post is now done standing up on the bus as I gave up my seat to someone else. And yes, I was offered a seat by a couple of gentlemen but refused them.] When the news talks of a budget that creates unfathomable despair and hurting the poor and already marginalized, does your heart not quite break enough? When there's a chance to "like" a positive ethical statement or a fundraising goal or potential law, does your heart ever whisper "that's not enough?" And you ignore it? I do. I ignore, I am deaf to my heart's whispers, to its breaking. I feel like I don't love enough. If I do, I'm afraid there'll be nothing of me left. So I take the sops of doing a lit...

Jennifer's post yesterday on scorpions vs alligators was the inspiration for today's post. Part of my route to work is a pathway that has a fence on one side and a tall hedge on the other. Recent mornings have me squinting, walking slowly and holding out a cautious hand not quite "at the level of my eyes." (That was an Phantom of the Opera lyric btw) Spiders have spun their webs across the walkway... Some of them as big as my thumbnail. Maybe even bigger. I have a great fear of spiders. This comes from growing up in a country where poisonous spiders -- that could kill you -- could invade the house. (Mostly they were outside though.) I grew up with the practice of banging my shoes upside down in case a spider had taken up residence inside. So every trip along that pathway results in me squeaking, jerking and rubbing off spiderwebs, oh and needless to say, a ton of prayer. The first time the webs showed up I walked through two before shrieking ...

(Well, until I this evening after dinner, it was an iPhone free day!) It wasn't until I reached the bus stop that I realized I'd left my phone charging on the kitchen counter. That left me unable to: look up what was for dinner  try and catch up on my Read the Bible in a Year challenge use the Mission St. Clare app for morning prayer (I winged it) call my husband to let him know I'd left my phone at home listen to a guided meditation before work catch up on Facebook, Pinterest and feedly on my lunch break write today's post All on all, I did pretty well without it.  Instead of meditating, I sat by a duck pond for a little while and took the meandering way back to work after running a quick errand. Instead of catching up on social media, in the morning I bought a composition notebook to write in (aforementioned quick errand) and spent my lunch break writing responses to the art journal prompt in the Suzi Blu class I was taking. Dinner...

Since starting work at a synagogue, I seem to have become an expert in Judaism to members of my church community. Perhaps because I speak of being excited to learn about the foundation of my faith when I tell them about the job. (Much more exciting than saying I answer phones and stuff envelopes, which is also not the be-all/end-all to my job.) Which is a bit worrying given that so far I have only ingested two "Idiot's Guides to..." (both by Rabbi Benjamin Blech) and one other book. I am far far away from being considered an expert. Thanks to my days in RWA (Romance Writers of America, which autocorrect wants to change to Rwanda), I have learned to preface a talk on writing with: "This works for me, this may not work for you." I've amended that to respond: "Well, I've only just begun learning about Judaism so this might not be a complete answer..."or words to that effect. Because I have learned that learning about Judaism, as w...

It was just a couple of weeks ago when I said I didn't have time to blog the 1000 God-gifts any more and now I've signed up to blog every day via Jennifer Fulwiler's Conversion Diary .  I really don't know what I was thinking except that I love to write and have been doing a bit of private journaling ... But I don't have the time for it since starting to work full-time. The idea of writing something short and quick? Well, that might be just the ticket to finding a moment in time. Folks are much less likely to read an essay anyway... I suppose, if it's not cheating, I can go to the posts written-and-never-posted or partly written if I get truly stuck. However, I'd rather not (I can schedule those for next week). This will also be a chance for me to be wholly me (uh oh) on the Internet. Not the best me or the me-I-want-to-be but me.  Revbecca preached today on the Martha and Mary story in Luke and how Jesus wanted us to not pursue the perf...