tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531808.post116491903728465789..comments2023-07-05T04:15:25.944-05:00Comments on Musings of a Discerning Woman: waiting and dreamingSusan Rose Francois, CSJPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09801188192396918147noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531808.post-1164997580736811932006-12-01T12:26:00.000-06:002006-12-01T12:26:00.000-06:00I've been thinking about you (and myself as well) ...I've been thinking about you (and myself as well) and how being in transition is an Advent kind of situation. One is on a journey, but not there yet; new life is happening, but the time of waiting is not completed; and the inner and outer journey is both wondrous and terrible...and (alas) quite ordinary and excruciatingly boring at times.<BR/><BR/>Waiting in hope and trust is just about the hardest thing I've ever done (and not at all passive.) I understand more why the Church gives us Miriyam of Nazareth as an example.<BR/><BR/>DareAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531808.post-1164959980072366822006-12-01T01:59:00.000-06:002006-12-01T01:59:00.000-06:00Hi Sr. Susan,I am amazed that I have found your bl...Hi Sr. Susan,<BR/><BR/>I am amazed that I have found your blog~...your story..sounds so much like mine...or the beginning anyway, I think I am somewhere in chapter 2...It is such a gift to read about your novitiate, ..and so great to read about someone who has discerned a vocation, as that is what I am working on now and always...Peace and blessings to you, Lisa in CA~ <BR/><BR/>my blog is at : www.sanctifyme.blogspot.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531808.post-1164941180385899872006-11-30T20:46:00.000-06:002006-11-30T20:46:00.000-06:00Someone sent me these two poems by David Whyte rec...Someone sent me these two poems by David Whyte recently and both speak I think to the issues you raise in this blog. I hope you and all your bloogy friends enjoy them as we prepare to move into the Advent mysteries.<BR/><BR/>Terry<BR/><BR/>David Whyte Poems:<BR/><BR/>From The House of Belonging (Many Rivers Press: Langley, Washington 2004). <BR/><BR/><BR/>What To Remember When Waking (pp26-28)<BR/><BR/>In that first<BR/><BR/>Hardly noticed<BR/><BR/>Moment <BR/><BR/>In which you wake,<BR/><BR/>Coming back<BR/><BR/>To this life<BR/><BR/>From the other<BR/><BR/>More secret,<BR/><BR/>Moveable<BR/><BR/>And frighteningly<BR/><BR/>Honest<BR/><BR/>World<BR/><BR/>Where everything<BR/><BR/>Began,<BR/><BR/>There is a small<BR/><BR/>Opening<BR/><BR/>Into the day<BR/><BR/>Which closes<BR/><BR/>The moment<BR/><BR/>You begin<BR/><BR/>Your plans. <BR/><BR/><BR/>What you can plan<BR/><BR/>Is too small<BR/><BR/>For you to live. <BR/><BR/><BR/>What you can live <BR/><BR/>Wholeheartedly<BR/><BR/>Will make plans<BR/><BR/>Enough<BR/><BR/>For the vitality<BR/><BR/>Hidden in your sleep. <BR/><BR/><BR/>To be human<BR/><BR/>Is to become visible<BR/><BR/>While carrying<BR/><BR/>What is hidden <BR/><BR/>As a gift to others. <BR/><BR/><BR/>To remember <BR/><BR/>The other world<BR/><BR/>In this world<BR/><BR/>Is to live in your <BR/><BR/>True inheritance. <BR/><BR/><BR/>You are not a troubled guest <BR/><BR/>On this earth,<BR/><BR/>You are not <BR/><BR/>An accident <BR/><BR/>Amidst other accidents<BR/><BR/>You were invited<BR/><BR/>From another and greater<BR/><BR/>Night<BR/><BR/>Than the one <BR/><BR/>From which <BR/><BR/>You have just emerged. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Now, looking through<BR/><BR/>The slanting light<BR/><BR/>Of the morning<BR/><BR/>Window toward<BR/><BR/>The mountain <BR/><BR/>Presence<BR/><BR/>Of everything<BR/><BR/>That can be,<BR/><BR/>What urgency<BR/><BR/>Calls you to your<BR/><BR/>One love? What shape<BR/><BR/>Waits in the seed<BR/><BR/>Of you to grow<BR/><BR/>And spread<BR/><BR/>Its branches <BR/><BR/>Against a future sky? <BR/><BR/><BR/>Is it waiting<BR/><BR/>In the fertile sea?<BR/><BR/>In the trees<BR/><BR/>Beyond the house?<BR/><BR/>In the life<BR/><BR/>You can imagine<BR/><BR/>For yourself?<BR/><BR/>In the open<BR/><BR/>And lovely <BR/><BR/>White page <BR/><BR/>On the waiting desk? <BR/> <BR/> <BR/><BR/><BR/>ALL THE TRUE VOWS (pp24-25) <BR/><BR/><BR/>All the true vows<BR/><BR/>Are secret vows<BR/><BR/>The ones we speak out loud<BR/><BR/>Are the ones we break. <BR/><BR/><BR/>There is only one life<BR/><BR/>You can call your own<BR/><BR/>And a thousand others<BR/><BR/>You can call by any name you want. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Hold to the truth you make<BR/><BR/>Every day with your own body,<BR/><BR/>Don’t turn your face away. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Hold to your own truth<BR/><BR/>At the center of the image <BR/><BR/>You were born with. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Those who do not understand<BR/><BR/>Their destiny will never understand<BR/><BR/>The friends they have made<BR/><BR/>Nor the work they have chosen <BR/><BR/><BR/>Nor the one life that waits<BR/><BR/>Beyond all the others. <BR/><BR/><BR/>By the lake in the wood<BR/><BR/>In the shadows<BR/><BR/>You can <BR/><BR/>Whisper that truth<BR/><BR/>To the quiet reflection <BR/><BR/>You see in the water. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Whatever you hear from<BR/><BR/>The water, remember, <BR/><BR/><BR/>It wants you to carry<BR/><BR/>The sound of its truth on your lips. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Remember, <BR/><BR/>In this place<BR/><BR/>No one can hear you <BR/><BR/><BR/>And out of the silence<BR/><BR/>You can make a promise<BR/><BR/>It will kill you to break, <BR/><BR/><BR/>That way you’ll find<BR/><BR/>What is real and what is not. <BR/><BR/><BR/>I know what I am saying.<BR/><BR/>Time almost forsook me<BR/><BR/>And I looked again. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Seeing my reflection<BR/><BR/>I broke a promise<BR/><BR/>And spoke<BR/><BR/>For the first time<BR/><BR/>After all these years <BR/><BR/><BR/>In my own voice, <BR/><BR/><BR/>Before it was too late <BR/><BR/>To turn my face againAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com