In ancient times, wise men and women fled out into the desert to find a place where they could be fully present to the divine and to their own inner struggles at work within them. The desert became a place to enter into the refiner’s fire and be stripped down to one’s holy essence. The desert was a threshold place where you emerged different than when you entered.
Many people followed these ammas and abbas, seeking their wisdom and guidance for a meaningful life. One tradition was to ask for a word – this word or phrase would be something on which to ponder for many days, weeks, months, sometimes a whole lifetime. This practice is connected to lectio divina, where we approach the sacred texts with the same request – “give me a word” we ask – something to nourish me, challenge me, a word I can wrestle with and grow into. The word which chooses us has the potential to transform us.
What is your word for the year ahead? A word which contains within it a seed of invitation to cross a new threshold in your life?
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IN, the first two letters of the Title of the Cross, INRI, King of the Jews. I very much enjoyed and am graciously thankful for this Retreat. I deligently studied the meditations but I must be hard of hearing because, “I heard nothing”. I remained patience though knowing, it will come and I already have a Mantra from a very dear person whom I met on this Pilgrimage of Life. Love! And what could be a better partner for the word Love but in. When my younger brother passed away in 1980, our father wanted me to have his ring. A huge gold ring with a Lachs fish, leaves, grapes and the word Alaska. My father had recently gotten Jimbo, his junior, a job as a Lachs fisherman in Alaska and had this ring made for him as a reward. On his first holiday he came home to Seattle with a big box of Alaskan King Crab. And met with his death the same day. In a tragic car accident. At that time I wasn’t a vegetarian and we all feasted on Jimmy’s King Crab. The ring was beautiful but craven by all. As a memorium to Jimmy. But my father wanted me to have as I was the next in line to Jimmy and I wore it proudly. When my wife passed away in 2007, I had our wedding bands added to it. And when the miracle of my nephew, (Jimmy’s son, born two months before his passing), finding me happened, well now he has the ring of his father whom he never knew and whom we had never known because he was adopted at birth. Sorry, it’s complicated, but “back at the farm” as Mama always said, I wasn’t Lord of the Ring anymore. Until I found a new ring. With scraches like the word IN. I could go and on about the word, in, but I think my comment is already too long! Sorry and all the best to all of you Monks, Artists and Pilgrims.
Alert to the present moment
In a place of peace
Accompanied by the persistent presence of God
Two words keep coming up: dichotomy (or holding tension) and then embodiment. But when I consider what shimmers, the word embodiment is the word for 2023.
Thank you for the beautiful gift of this retreat.
Breathe in, feel the air filling, expanding in your lungs,
Reaching down into the smallest of air sacs, deep in your being.
Exhale, let go of all that is old and past,
Ancient history consigned to a time long gone.
Train yourself to walk new paths,
Hear from Heaven itself,
Eternity begins here and now.
You are here in the sunrise, the moonrise and the wave and smile of a little one.
I see you every morning in the face off my beloved.
I am ever grateful for your awesome beauty.
You alone are a wondrous Mystery
I feel and see your essence and being in all living things
You guide me through times of trial
And provide comfort when I need a firmer footing
You are as dynamic as is all of creation
Ever changing with me, in me, through me
You alone are my comfort and support
I feel so blessed to know within my depths
That you are there now and ALWAYS
Love, listen, live actively
Open myself to new experiences
Unearth hidden truths
Reconnect with forgotten dreams
Invite others in
Savor time with friends
Honor my truth