
NEEDING TO SLOW DOWN


HERE IS OUR DEVOTIONAL THOUGHT FROM PSALM 27:1-3.


EVERY WEEK I AM GIVING MYSELF TWO DAYS TO PRACTICE SOME FORM OF CREATIVE WRITING. THIS WEEK I PRACTICED WRITING A SONNET AND TODAY I AM WRITING IN RESPONSE TO A PROMPT FROM WORDPRESS.
WHAT DOES YOUR IDEAL HOME LOOK LIKE?
I have always tried to make the home where I am living an ideal home. I think that the old adage “Home is where the heart is” is really true. Home isa place where the individual is allowed to create an an expression of the heart, a thing that is of and for themselves, a center of the true self.

I think any place can become an ideal home. It just takes work and an ability to allow self expression.

The Vicarage is a place that has given me permission. to express myself and to learn how to work. I didn’t realize it fully until recently, but my heart’s desire is to create a forest garden in the place I live.

This place offers that in spades. It is enough to feel a bit wild and at the same time gives me room to practice cultivation of the wildness.

It is a place that has made room for my mistakes, even welcomed them. Like our first chicken play pen. It was a great idea, poorly placed. Next year though I think I am going to try this space as a pumpkin patch.

The Vicarage has also given me room to develop my spiritual practice of prayer and meditation.

The prayer courtyard has proven to be a place of much spiritual endeavor this summer. I am even now planing my winter prayer nook inside The Vicarage.

This house has been a refuge from the storms of life for many decades of my life. But I think it is because I have learned to make this a place of powerful memory,

enjoyable work

and purposeful existence

that it has become my ideal home. Maybe I could have done that anywhere. Still I am glad it was here.


HERE IS OUR FINAL DEVOTIONAL THOUGHT FROM PASTOR AMANDA’S SERMON ENTITLED “WORD SEARCH”.


BELOW IS MY SUBMISSION FOR W3 PROMPT 129. IT’S BEEN A HOT MINUTE SINCE I’VE WRITTEN POETRY. I AM NOT SURE OF MY IAMBS AT THIS POINT. IT’S A FIRST STAB AT GETTING BACK INTO CREATIVE WRITING. THANKS FOR THIS GREAT EXERCISE!
LAND AND SEA AND HATE by J.E. Lillie
What heart is there now in this hardened land
That bends the ancient truths of Sovereignty?
Predispositioned to the will of man
All rebels rise, bequeath indignity.
To troubled souls made dumb by double speak.
All hearts are lost in ocean waves of lies.
That beggared sea embroiled with frothy peaks
Pulls down the great ships filled with wounded lives.
The sea meets shore and crashes all the more.
Men flop in shipwrecked garb upon the beach.
And gasp for life against this drowning war.
Then hand grasps hand to break the hardened breach.
A Thing called Friendship now necessitates
We turn the tide of land and sea and hate.
