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Falling


Yesterday, we concluded the final session for the 2022 cohort of the Genesis School for Contemplative Living. The weekend was beautiful, deep, and touching and I will miss gathering with the circle of participants. Many emotions stirred in me, I am still integrating the experience.

The teaching team has decided to take a pause. We are tired and in the midst of various transitions. We feel called to evaluating the program and discerning what comes next, and when and where.

As I awakened Sunday morning, the closing day, thoughts and feelings were stirring in my head and heart. I felt myself in liminal space, between communities and in both communities simultaneously. Such grace!! And, with community comes the cross, always, as Phil Berrigan used to say (presenté!).

This poem reflects wisdom from my teachers-- Bud Knight, Liz McAlister, James Finley, and the sisters and brothers I've lived and worked alongside these past several years and months: Beloved Community.


The smile on my face masks

The gaping hole in my chest

Right where my heart should be

Sometimes the ache seems unbearable


A wise man once told me

That hole in your chest is the portal to a world vaster than the cosmos

I know it’s true because I fell in

Arms and legs flailing, I panicked

Grasping at a passing tree branch, it slipped through my fingers

I fell, and fell


After three days, I realized there was no end to it

No jagged rocks at the bottom, no yawning surf

There was just the falling

And my body relaxed a little

Then my body relaxed a lot

I fell past a dewdrop on a blade of grass

Oh! I gasped

Meaning, “You are beautiful.”


A scrap of bread falls alongside me

I take it in, it is sweet.

Oh, I whisper

Meaning, “Thank you.”

I tumble by thorns, lies, and scars

O-oh, I stutter

Meaning, “I am sorry.”


I fall past smiles and meadows

Past tears and oceans

Past the breath, stars, and galaxies

New babies, war, infirmity, and the dying

I fall past kind words and benevolent gazes

Each a fleeting grace, beyond my grasp to hold


A wise woman once told me

Don’t be afraid of the abyss

I didn’t understand then

This lacuna in my chest

Is the doorway to infinite belonging

I am falling

endlessly

In Love.


Oct 9, 2022


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