Watching, waiting

What a week. Last Tuesday, when I wrote that first post about dark wonder, I felt remarkably energized. I felt a “standing-up” inside of me–a thrill at the thought of thinking creatively with others about how to stay more awake in this world. And doing it.

Then something happened on Thursday.

I think it was a combination of things, pushed further off the edge by that second threat to AJS, but by the time I sat down to work on my book, I felt like my bones had turned to jello. I put my head down and instantly got this picture in my mind of a beautiful tree in the middle of a vast field. It was full of fruit, and a low wooden fence ran along one side of it, off into the distance both ways. It was wonderful. I wanted to sit there gazing at all that quiet glory.

Then a dragon came in, stage left, and torched the whole thing. Torched all the fruit, and then turned its back to the tree, waiting for anyone to try to do anything about it.

Needless to say I was a bit shaken. I sat straight up and shook my head.

I don’t know how best to interpret that scene, but I do know that’s exactly how I was feeling–like the powers of yuck in our world had come to remind me that any fruit I have to bear just can’t be given away. Sorry honey. That’s just the way it’s gonna be.

I don’t consider myself a quitter, and I have my own “sorry honey” to say to all that yuck–like yeah, you can knock the wind out of me, but my Lights? You can’t knock those out ever. Tenacious is what those things are, as is my spirit.

I will admit, though, that this has been a week, for me, of remarkably little wind.

While I continue to recover, maybe I’ll consider these days a mirror of what Christians around the globe are doing: waiting in darkness to see a Great Light. Honoring this human experience of yearning, of wanting hope to get kindled again. Of watching to see with our own eyes that we aren’t, in fact, in utter darkness, and those powers of yuck won’t have the last say.


5 Responses to “Watching, waiting”

  1. jen lemen says:

    this post makes me want to find my extra pointy sword and go kick some dragon butt! i’m sure this is a reflection on the endless soulwork i have yet to do, but it is infuriating to think of any powers-that-be messing with your sense of giftedness, generousity or productivity. go into that dark night with all your courage, dear friend. i know from experience that your words blaze a powerful trail that is full of healing light.

  2. atticus says:

    thinking of you, sending out prayers …..hope you have a better/lighter week this week….

  3. Lori says:

    i’m here to add my echo to the above responses of encouragement, and mostly to say–you have already borne fruit and given it away! i have been the honored recipient of that fruit, many times. as jen says, “your words blaze a powerful trail that is full of healing light.” i love that.

    and sometimes, dragons can be tamed. i don’t know how, but there are rumors of it in the land. rumors of horrible forces turned for good; rumors of light overcoming darkness. here’s hoping that your cleverness will find a way to tame your particular dragon! i think i’ve only learned to slightly avert the line of attack of my own dragon, but i’m realizing even this is headway.

    lori

  4. Kristin says:

    Thank you all. I think this will be a much better week. For the time being, the dragon has roamed away.

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