Fifth Sunday Reflections: Holding Space & Making Space

Fifth Sunday Reflections:  Holding Space & Making Space

When May began, I was asking myself the question, "What in My Life Needs Pruning?" with the noble intention of letting go of activities and pursuits that took energy and time away from what I value most -- time and space for creativity, contemplation and nurturing the projects (like this blog) that repeatedly get pushed to the back burner. 

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Fifth Sunday Reflections: It's been a long winter

Fifth Sunday Reflections:  It's been a long winter

When there are five Sundays in a month, I take a break from my weekly mandala making to contemplate my learnings from the practice and take a look back over my life since the last fifth Sunday reflection. 

Since beginning this practice, fifth Sundays  have occurred a maximum of every three months.  This time; however, we have a four month span to cover, which feels like a metaphor for what seems to have been an eternal winter.

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Sunday Morning Mandalas: Evolution of a Practice

Sunday Morning Mandalas:  Evolution of a Practice

When I began creating Sunday Morning Mandalas, I did not imagine that I would sustain the practice for an entire year.    As I approached the one year mark in October, I thought I would take a break after and maybe begin anew in January.  But, golden maple leaves flagged me down on the side of the road that first Sunday in November, and I could not resist bringing them home - not only to my physical home, but the home poet John O'Donohue was referring to when he wrote "when we experience the beautiful, there is a sense of homecoming."   His book Beauty: The Invisible Embrace elucidates better than I ever could why this practice impacts me and others the way it does. 

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If the Weather Holds

If the Weather Holds

As I walked and gathered items for this week's mandala, Irma was on my mind.  She seems so symbolic of the times in which we are living. As we grapple with questions of immigration and the reality of climate change,  our country's literal borders are being beaten back by the hands of mother nature.  Across the nation, many of our number appear to be struggling to maintain our footing in the swirl of chaos and fear surrounding us.  It is not surprising that some have wondered aloud if we are not at the end of days.

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