Sometimes the physical work that we do encourages us to examine our spiritual and emotional lives. Pick a question or two and write a bit about your thoughts and ideas.
Pull up a chair. Get a warm drink. There’s something so important that we need to talk about.
Love. And the most important thing that I can tell you about love is that the Divine Family loves you. First. Most. Your inheritance from before the beginning of time is to be loved, blessed and forgiven.
So, when we talk all this Lenten practice stuff, all this spiritual health stuff, it comes from a place of being loved. When we pray Saint Ephrem’s prayer and ask for the spirit of prudence, humility, patience and love, it’s because we so deeply need to know that we are loved. First. Always. In a foundational way.
A metaphor that is helpful for receiving love from the Divine Family is the ocean. Sometimes we stand, at the edge and just let the waves touch our toes. As we become more comfortable with the water, we can paddle and splash and play. We can wade out until the waves can pick us up. We can float in the love of the Divine Family.
Spending time at the world’s oceans is best done with skilled guides. Where is a safe place to start our exploration? Wading in to the ocean without someone alongside can be dangerous. Where can we explore that is safe once we want to go a little deeper? We need skilled guides. We need companions. For our spiritual health and wellbeing. To help us as we navigate this vast ocean of love in ways that are sustainable.
Of course, every metaphor can break down, so don’t push the metaphor too far, but do explore it a little.
During the first full week of Lent 2019, we are going to soak up the images in Psalm 23 as our Lenten practice.
Maybe you have already been practicing the prayer of Saint Ephrem.
Starting on Sunday March 10, for the next week, we will add Psalm 23 to our practice of Saint Ephrem’s prayer. Set aside a few moments each day to read/listen/pray Psalm 23. If you notice that you are distracted, write out Psalm 23 with your name in it. If you notice that you are blaming someone else for something that’s happening in your life, try Saint Ephrem’s prayer! One day at a time we’ll make our way through Lent, and we will rest each day in the providing love of the Divine.
As always, we are filled with gratitude for being able to share these Lenten experiences with you! Thank you for being companions on the journey!
Jennifer and Reade
Lent is coming!
Lent is one of the retreat spaces in the liturgical year. A time to reflect, nurture our internal selves, and pause.
Traditionally, it has been a time of fasting. You might have heard of it as people “give up” chocolate. A dear non-smoking, tee-totalling friend used to joke each year that she was going to give up cigarettes and alcohol.
It has become helpful to us to not make major decisions during Lent. That has been a fast that has brought great spiritual fruit.
We also pray the prayer of Ephrem (a 4th century Syrian Orthodox believer) each day in Lent. The most popular title for Ephrem is “the Harp of the Spirit.” He loved to write hymns and his prayer may help our spirits, our lives, to sing!
O Lord and Master of my life
remove from me the spirit of sadness,
despair, thirst for power and vain talk.
Instead, grant me, Your servant,
the spirit of prudence, humility,
patience and love
Indeed, O Lord and King,
grant that I see my own sins
and not judge my sister or my brother,
for You are blessed unto ages of ages. Amen
Through Lent this year, we’ll be providing a “Lenten Retreat in Daily Living” over in our Patreon Faith at Home community (https://www.patreon.com/FaithatHome). Each week there will be a video available for everyone and additional resources for subscribers. We’ll press pause on stress for a few minutes and soak in a retreat.
So you are invited to take a Lenten Journey this year. And if we can be your companions on that journey, we would be so grateful!
A new perspective often helps me!
Last week Reade and I had the (amazing and fantastic) opportunity to travel to Victoria, British Columbia, for a week of learning and training.
In this work of offering supports to people as they seek their own Spiritual Health, it’s SO important to have time to deepen our own Spiritual Health.
What did I appreciate about Victoria Hospice’s “Psycho Social Care of the Dying and Bereaved” course?
Days in a row of learning,
Animated conversation as we sorted through the experiences, teaching and practices,
The sheer gift of a room full of people who understand how important offering whole person care is to living, dying and grieving well,
Affirmation that continuing down the path of providing Spiritual Care and Spiritual Health supports is important and worth while,
and the beauty of a different view.
When we work with people in the ways that are necessary to provide Spiritual Care, our primary “tool” is ourselves. That makes it absolutely imperative that we take good care of our Spiritual Health through being accountable to a Spiritual Director, through Peer Supervision, through learning, and through ongoing Spiritual Practices.
How are you planning for your own Spiritual Growth and Formation in the next six months?
Where have you found moments of energy and conversation over the last few weeks?
What is of greatest value and significance to you today?
In one of the parts of my life, I coordinate educational events for our local health authority.
These are courses in support of an integrated approach to Palliative Care.
Whoa! Jennifer, did you just say the word “palliative?”
Yes. It comes from a root word that means to offer comfort, to cover with a blanket, to bring comfort. Palliative is an amazing word and a great concept.
In my coordination role, I set up a number of Pallium LEAP Courses each month. I consider myself an adequate administrator. I like learning new things, connecting with people and helping them get some of the experiences they need to provide a good, generalist approach to Palliative Care. I like making spreadsheets that are more about people’s names than about numbers. I like supporting the teams in this province who want to support people as they live with chronic and life-limiting illnesses.
I also have had the opportunity to train to be a Pallium LEAP course facilitator. I consider myself a very good facilitator! A year ago this month, I started the process (you can read about it here if you like).
This past week I finished the certification to be a Facilitator for Pallium LEAP Courses. Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! I love these courses. I love the other Facilitators I get to work with. I love the way these courses blend group process and theory bursts. I love the kinds of people who are attracted to these courses.
Mostly, I love the opportunity to support something that means so much to me. An integrated, general approach to Palliative Care means good supportive care, pain and symptom management, from the time of the diagnosis of a chronic or life-threatening illness. It applies no matter how old or young a person is. All of this in addition to supportive end of life care. It means multi-disciplinary teams who help to care for physical bodies, minds, and spirits. It means attending to the whole person and to the support people (the family and friends and volunteers and medical staff) in the process of life as it changes. I think everyone deserves that!
I hope that people can have access to Specialist Palliative Care teams when they need them.
And I hope that building relationships and sharing education about how to provide good Palliative Care will allow people to access to Generalist Palliative Care the rest of the time.
I think that an integrated approach to Palliative Care makes a better community, a better world!
So, I am very excited that I get to be part of helping to share this education. And I’m very happy to be done the certification process. Thanks to all the helpers along the way!
Grateful for you, as always,
I see a Spiritual Director regularly. I am so grateful for a dedicated space to tell the stories of what is happening in my relationship with the Divine Family and explore how my everyday life impacts my faith, and my faith impacts my everyday life.
This month, my Spiritual Director read these words of Patrick Carroll’s to me, “If I can really discover what I want at the deep level, God wants exactly that. God is creating me out of my desire and my moving toward that.”
Could it really be true that the desires planted deep within our hearts, souls, cores, are planted there by the Divine Family and that we can listen together to those desires?
As we listened together, Director and Seeker in companionship with the Life-giving Spirit, something reverberated inside me. An Ancient Poet in the Psalms said that the Divine gives us the desires of our hearts. I’ve come to believe that the Ancient Poet didn’t mean that the Divine gives us whatever we want, whatever we set our minds on, but rather, that the Divine plants seeds of desire in the deepest parts of us that will call us into meaningful relationship with the Divine.
But when my Director set me a repetition spiritual exercise of “sitting in prayer” with my desires, I was pleasantly shocked. What fruit might this exercise bear?
Repetition is an Ignatian way of returning to an exercise again and again, to go a little deeper, to weave the practice into daily life, to get so comfortable in the practice that the mind relaxes and the spirit opens.
As I sit with my desires I hear
…deep wanting for still time to soak up the love of the Divine
…a heart cry for rhythms of work, celebration and rest
…a longing for home, family, belonging and meaningful connection
…a call towards time to nourish my relationship with my spouse
…an honest to goodness desire to parent my children with loving presence
…and gratitude for the hope of work that blends together my heart cries to support people in their relationship with Divine and provision for our family’s needs
What matters to you at the centre of your being?
Can you believe that God is not against your deepest desires but for them?
Where are you sharing your sacred story?
All the best to you, Jennifer
Each year we take the opportunity to bless our home.
Walking from room to room with a lit candle, we pray and read sacred texts, and put action to our belief. We say “God is everywhere,” but it’s easy to live as if God lives in a box somewhere else and doesn’t touch our everyday lives.
The truth, truer than truer, is that the Divine Family goes with us everywhere we go. The Divine Family is present with us in the mundane experiences of our everyday lives. Whatever our circumstances, the Divine is with us!
So, we bless our home and in the process we live into the truth that there is presence and provision and healing and vision for our family and for our everyday lives.
This year we created a little intro video about house blessings and a work sheet. If you are interested in more information about house blessings, the work sheet has a bit more written about it. The work sheet also has a process for creating your own personalized house blessing if that is something you would like to do.
And always, there is the option to have Jennifer walk with you through the process by web meeting! Send a note through our contact page, if you would like to schedule a house blessing.
So, you can get the worksheet by signing up here.
May your experience of 2019 be one of blessings!
Bookstores and libraries are perennial favourites of mine.
Almost twenty five years ago I was in Oregon to visit my Aunt and Uncle. Gracious and generous people, they took me on a little trip to visit a favourite bookstore of theirs in Portland. Powell’s City of Books. Oh my goodness!
We barely scratched the surface, but I left with a few books.
In the process my Uncle shared his love for Frederick Buechner’s non-fiction works with me by quoting from memory the passage that follows.
“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.”
― Frederick Buechner, Now and Then: A Memoir of Vocation
These words have danced inside me over and over and over again.
I want to listen to my life. The parts that are glorious and beautiful. And also the parts that are tender and shy and angry and tight. The moments of triumph over fear, emotional paralysis, awkward kindness and snotty blubbering are all spaces for questions and clarity and grace.
They have so much to share with me. So much to seed in me.
As I listen to my life, having a companion and a community has helped me to not get stuck.
I want to listen to my life. I want to have my life listened to in safety by people who can help me wind through the pathways and not get lost. And I want to listen with you to your life too, if you will invite me in!
Clarity. Healing. Transformation.
Those are the things that are coming for me through the long work of being companioned by a Spiritual Director who has given me set aside time to listen, to question, to support and to offer a compassionate presence.
Through the years I have had a number of official Spiritual Directors. I have also had many spiritual conversation partners. And the abundant gift of teachers in the form of those who sought me out as a Spiritual Companion, Guide or Director.
The process of listening to our lives and finding where the spaces of joy and sorrow, boredom and pain, lead us is a gift!
Everyday there are pieces of life that can be gathered up. And as we collect those pieces in conversation with another, they can be placed together towards energy, peace, wholeness and healing.
Healing and transformation have come for me through the process of listening to my life in Spiritual Direction.
Spiritual direction is a sacred space for listening to our lives. With attentiveness and skill, in an environment of compassion and non-judgement, we can become people who are free to be our truest selves.
Becoming our truest selves!
Our world, our communities and our families need us!
Deeply loved. In process. Present. Becoming our truest selves.
Listening with you,
As you think about your most recent day, are there any parts of it that draw your attention? Were there strong emotions or repeated thoughts? Were there glimmers of peace, flickers of sadness, flares of anger?
What stories have you encountered lately that are touching you?
How do you process the experiences of your days?
Have you ever seen a Spiritual Director (Companion, Guide)? What was that like for you?
“Forgiveness is to let go of our hope for a different or better past.” Richard Rohr
The other day a dear friend texted me and welcomed me into a conversation that has been stirring within me ever since. The idea that forgiveness is not to let another person off the hook for what they have done. Or even to let myself off the hook for what I have done.
Forgiveness is to let go of the what ifs and the blame and recrimination and let the past rest.
It makes me wonder what I might do if I allowed hope and vision to be for the future rather than using them up on the past…?
For some time burs have been my physical image for the work of forgiveness. Removing burs from my shoe laces and fleece jacket sleeves requires attention and focus. I take off one bur at a time and put it carefully into the garbage so that I do not seed more burs.
So with the forgiveness conversation and the image of burs dancing inside, I headed out to my children’s summer camp for a fall retreat with some folks from our local faith community. We took along our fluffy, (formerly) white dog who snuffled around in the leaves and brush and found the most prickly burs I have yet touched. It was almost as though he was a magnet for these prickly seeds.
Trying to pull these burs from his fur was painful for the fingers, uncomfortable for the dog and a pretty constant reminder of the work that it is to let go my hope for a different past.
Yes, it is work. Yes, it is painful. Yes, I would rather be doing something — almost anything — else.
Yet, having removed the burs and contained them in the safety of the garbage, those same burs did not come back to hurt the dog or me again.
We managed to find new burs every time we went outside.
That might also speak to the truth that having let go of the hope for a different or better past in one part of our lives, we may have to let it go again, and again, and again. With the way that I have been living, it would not surprise me if I have let my un-forgiveness, blame and hurt seed many generations of plants with prickly seeds that have yet to be found, removed and let go.
Having conversation partners from spiritual companions, through to a Spiritual Director, and ultimately conversation with the Divine Family, makes this forgiveness process do-able.
What does it mean to you to forgive?
Where are you at in the process of forgiveness and healing? Where would you like to be?
Does Richard Rohr’s definition of forgiveness stir something inside you? Does it bring a feeling of release? Or does it ignite more questions?
What might it look like in your life to do the work of forgiveness in small, burr-sized pieces?
Who will you invite into a conversation about your ideas and feelings?
I spent today with an amazing group of participants and volunteers at a day long Family Grief Retreat. As I left the air was calm enough for a beautiful hot air balloon. It seemed so big and drew my attention so sharply. In the photo it seems so small, but I assure you it was big. Beautiful. And a welcome ending to a day full of connection and grace.
I had the honour of bringing a message of hope during the memorial service honouring those who have died and their impact on our lives. These are the words I shared:
We have had such a day together! There has been time to give focus and attention to our feelings, time to do some things for our self care, time to build relationships. There have been tears and moments of laughter. Wonderful moments of being sprayed with the hose from the fire truck. Broken pottery that with the help of many hands was pieced together, never the same, but brutal and beautiful and meaningful nonetheless. There has been nourishment for our bodies, our minds, our hearts and our spirits.
Take a moment to look around you.
Breathe deeply. Let the experiences of the day seep deeply into your being. We honour and acknowledge the people, who have shared their hearts and their stories today.
It is good to be reminded physically that we are not alone.
There are, at least, these hundred people with whom we have shared a special experience of non-judgement, encouragement and hope.
In this community today we have honoured the stories of those we love who have died and we have explored how they inhabit our lives and nothing can take that away.
As we keep on learning to live in our new selves, learning to sort out what it’s like to have a relationship with someone we love who is no longer physically with us, as we keep on doing the work of acknowledging our person, our people, our grief, and asking for help, we are doing the work of mourning.
And I think that there is no way out of this wilderness except through.
Alan Wolfelt sometimes uses the imagery of wilderness for our grief. Vast. Inhospitable. Mountainous. Uncertain. Though the path isn’t straight forward, or orderly, there is a pathway. And there are touch stones along the way that help us to move through the wildness, the wilderness of grief, to heal, to feel our feelings and respond, to keep on looking for hope or finding people who can help us find hope on days we struggle.
As you go out from this sacred space where we have remembered, where we have had the gift of time and people with whom to share this safe space, we will be given a package of stones as a keepsake.
When you take those stones home and sit with them, the experience of getting still and holding them in your hands may speak to you.
You may not take them out of their bag. Ever.
You might choose to take them out.
Because your experience of grief is your very own, you may find nuance and depth that we cannot even touch in our brief time here today.
You may notice the weight of these rocks. Perhaps the ways they are the same and the ways they are different.
I wonder if they can represent our time in the wilderness and the ways it might change us.
I wonder if these stones might speak to us of the hope that we will move from carrying this weighty stone of grief that is sharp, to still carrying a stone of grief that either gets less heavy with time, or that we get stronger to carry.
I wonder if we might ponder how jagged rocks, tumbled together, rub the sharp edges off one another. They bring….
I wonder if we might hear the call of hope, that over time, we might find healing.
May your experiences here today be part of rubbing off the sharpness of grief. May you be encouraged in the work and play of mourning. And may your experiences become smooth, touch stones that mark the path through the wilderness toward healing.
So, you might want to go out and find at least two stones. One sharp and rough and one smooth. And listen to what those stones might have to tell you.
Feel free to send me a note to let me know!
The other day would have been my Grandpa’s 99th birthday. This is the first of his birthdays that we’ve observed without him physically being present. For many years, we’ve gathered on his birthday and headed out to the restaurant of his choice. Every year since his 90th birthday bash, he would comment that he wasn’t sure how many more of these birthday parties he would come to…
He has been a big part of my life and my family’s life.
The morning of her Great-Grandpa's birthday, I came to the table to find our daughter busy with markers and paper to create a birthday card. And then with her creativity and leadership shining brightly, she organized us all to create a card and collection of birthday wishes.
I sent a photo of the card to my family through our family chat. A conversation grew about all the birthday celebrations we had shared together and then a wonder about getting together to observe Grandpa’s birthday in his honour.
While we were together we laughed about Grandpa’s likely meal choice (steak!) and remembered the ways that his life impacted all of our lives. Maybe we’ll meet yearly to celebrate. Maybe the ways that we live and love and grieve will change as the years pass.
Every relationship is so different. Every process of grief so different.
How have you honoured the birthdays of people you care about who have died?
How have you cared for yourself on significant days that remind you of the change in your relationship with important people?
A week ago today I was in Saskatoon.
It was cold, as February in Saskatchewan often is. The cold was only outside!
Almost 50 people from across the province met to take another step towards helping the people of Saskatchewan, near and far, have better access to a palliative approach to care.
Good, general skill in palliative care in all the communities and networks across our province will allow people with life limiting illnesses to be whole people -- body, mind, emotion and spirit -- and to have the supportive care they need.
And building the connections, providing the spaces for insight and education, means that good generalist palliative care providers in the communities (nurses, doctors, pharmacists, social workers, occupational therapists, physiotherapists, spiritual care providers, care aids and all the others I didn't list) can have relationships with specialist palliative care teams for those times when there are questions arise. For the times when symptoms of disease and distress are challenging to manage.
A thousand thanks to Kim Martens and the rockstar team at Pallium Canada,
...and to Elisabeth Antifeau and Lori Teeple, Master Facilitators in name, heart and action,
...and to the waves of champions (new and experienced) for a palliative approach to care in Saskatchewan!
Working alongside each one of you is a privilege.
During the holiday season, we can become acutely aware of our losses and griefs, of our sadness and pain.
On the one hand we can feel pressured to pretend everything is happy-clappy. On the other, the awareness of who and what is missing in our lives can increase.
There's no one "right way" to make it through this experience.
Being clear about what matters most to us can help. Do you most want quiet? Do you prefer small groups of people close to you? Do you prefer to have someone with you as often as possible? Do you want to repeat favorite traditions or create new ones?
Sometimes we do not know the "right" way until we walk several steps in the "wrong" direction. Learning our new selves and coming to our new normal might take many tries. Let's be gentle with ourselves as we explore what it means to be ourselves in today's reality.
One of the practices that is helpful to me is to attend a small gathering that acknowledges the mixed nature of living the holidays. All of our lives have circumstances that are different than we want them to be. When we gathered the other night we lit candles, shared our stories of loss, read comforting words and sang songs that focused on hope even in dark times.
Acknowledging what is real, bringing the darkness out into the light, helps me. Sharing the truth with trusted people reminds me that I am not alone.
What has helped you to navigate the holiday season given the realities of your circumstance? How are you taking care of yourself in the midst of the expectations of this season? What are your plans over the next few weeks?
If you are in a place of health and peace at the moment, what would you have offered yourself as words of grace in another holiday season of grief?