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Words

After spending much of my summer immersed in both images and words I have been contemplating the relationship between them.  In my lettering class, the teacher began by saying that words are “bearers of meaning.”  I like the image the poem offers, that we come to know things more deeply in naming them.  And while words can feel ethereal or disembodied, it is true that there is something much more intimate about jasper, rather than red stone.  The words help to root us in the beauty of the particular which is what an incarnational spirituality is about.

My life is filled with words.  When I was growing up, my parents had rows of bookcases lining our walls filled with books–mostly about political science as they both earned their PhD’s in that field, but also cookbooks, books about Austrian history, art books, a German-language encyclopedia set.  As a little girl I swore I would never be like them and promised myself to grow up and have a home free of piles of books.  It wasn’t that I didn’t love to read, but these were books of an adult world and didn’t mean very much to me at the time.  Of course my adult homes have again been lined with books upon books.  Sometimes I try to weed some out in an effort to simplify, but really it means making space for new books.  Many of my books are on religion and spirituality, but you’ll also find books on art and craft, poetry, cookbooks, dream work, Northwest native art, travel, grief, and books filled with beautiful photos as well as my husband’s science fiction books.  Books represent to me worlds of meaning and possibility.

And yet, as I was sharing with a friend yesterday, books have a shadow side as well.  Sometimes they can take the place of practice, especially in the case of books on spirituality or art. It is easier to read about praying than to engage in it directly, it is easier to read about new art techniques than to engage in the act of art-making and the risky places it takes me.  Or sometimes my hunger for books touches a need to feel current, to have read all of the given material on a subject, the impact of my academic training.  Sometimes it is pure gluttony, wanting more and more.

But mostly books for me are sacred objects — invitations to wonder, discovery, and encounter.  Currently I am reading Secret Life of Trees by Colin Tudge, recommended to me by my spiritual director because of my love affair with trees and I am finding it to be perfectly delightful. And I am thrilled to have just received my copy of Trees of Seattle.

What books are making your heart sing these late summer days?

-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

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7 Responses

  1. My word is DEPTHING

    Unless I “go deeper” in my intimacy with the God of Life and with Life itself, my world becomes superficial, and I take as normal the ugliness that surrounds me – violece, hostility, poverty….. When beauty of humanity and of the world will re-invigorate life and give us hope.

  2. You are most welcome nwc, I love this poem as well, it keeps singing to me.

    Welcome Crafty Green Poet, the book you mention sounds very intriguing!

  3. Wonderful poem! Thaks for sharing! Interesting toughts about words and practice too. I love reading but I always feel that when I’m not reading as much as I usually do that its because I’m living more! I can’t stand to be too busy to read, though. At the moment I’m reading Ka by Roberto Calasso, a wonderful re-imagining of Hindu mythology. I have had a really good year for reading! Too many wonderful books to mention.

  4. I absolutely love this poem. It is powerful and evocative. And your observations about words vs. practice are worth repeating many times, because they are so true to so much of our experience…my experience anyway….

    Thanks Christine