Privilege of Depression

Sometime ago, in a mode of dumping some stuff on my mind, I wrote that I was deep in the privilege of depression.  I was struggling again with the on again, off again depression that is part of my life.  I realized long ago that I will not be cured of depression but that it is something that will continue to visit me.  Just acknowledging that makes me able to embrace the episodes and ride the wave until it passes because this too will pass, only to come again, but at least it will pass.  Just knowing that makes it easier to get through.

Why did I write that depression is a privilege?  Because I wonder if it is.  My mother used to say that she did not have time to be depressed.  I recognize that at that time, she probably may have never dealt with depression.  I don’t really know that she ever has.  But her statement certainly illustrates a certain  mentality and I definitely questioned if this was something I could just decide not to be.  Just choose to not be depressed.

But I didn’t ask for it, I don’t think I choose it.  It shows up unannounced and intrudes into my life for a season while I do my best to go on.

But I wonder if I had to struggle for my existence, would there be time for depression?  If I had to work from the moment I opened my eyes to find work, food, shelter and assure the safety of my family and myself, would there be room for depression.  These are the things that make me wonder if depression is reserved for those blessed to live in an abundant society.

All the while, the answer to the question doesn’t matter.  It is what it is.  Today I find myself on the edge again.  No reason, no explanation.  But here I am and here it is … once again.



Thursday Thirteen – Brainstorming

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As soon as my eyes open, my mind starts.  I am ready to have conversations, make plans, solve the problems of the world.  Trouble is that my body is ready yet.  It’s slow and achy in the morning.  By the time, the body is raring to go the mind is ready to call it a day.  I think this explains why it feels like I am not accomplishing anything around here.

Well, one thing I can accomplish this morning is writing a blog post, specifically my Thursday Thirteen post.  But the ideas are swirling so quickly that I can’t decide what to write about.  So, I figure, let’s just do a brainstorming post and come up with topics that I can post about in the future.  So for today, I give you:

Thirteen Thursday Thirteen Themes

( I LOVE Alliteration!)

  1. Thirteen favorite picture books:  I love children’s literature and will be teaching a class at co-op this Fall using picture books to learn literary elements.
  2. Thirteen interesting and cool last names.  I love unique last names, one that have character and are just fun to say.
  3. Thirteen things to do other than my artwork:  In other words, I say I am an artist, I say that I want to work on my art but I am highly skilled at coing up with other things to do.
  4. Thirteen reasons I love my husband:  Don’t get me started … If so, I will already have the next weeks post made.  Yes, he is simply that amazing.
  5. Thirteen things I never thought I would hear myself say:  This all relates to being a parent.  It’s crazy the things that come out of your mouth!
  6. Thirteen musicals that I love:  Can I come up with thirteen?  Sure, I can … can’t I?
  7. Thirteen professions I’d like to try:  Keyword, try.  I am not sure I would like anything enough to do it long term.
  8. Thirteen photos of myself:  This would could be scary because I’d have to dig deep into the awkward phases of my life.
  9. Thirteen things on my to do list:  Maybe if I make it public, I will actually get it done.
  10. Thirteen movies worth talking about:  Some movies just make you want to have a glass a wine and a good conversation after you watch them.  Others, you just leave at the theater … not saying that’s a bad thing.  Movies just for fun can be good once and awhile.
  11. Thirteen names I would have used had I had thirteen more children: OH MY!
  12. Thirteen songs at the top when I shuffle my ipod music:  yeah, an easy one and a great fall back.  But can be interesting to see what floats to the top.
  13. Thirteen reasons to continue homeschooling:  I think I really may need this booster.  Not really considering NOT homeschooling but I just need to encourage myself


The Obligatory Michael Jackson Post

Everywhere I visit today, Michael Jackson is the topic.  Some may not understand the hype or the emotions that accompany the passing of a life, unknown to us but somehow one that touched our own.  I have my own memories, born from a childhood sitting in front of a TV set, watching shows like American Bandstand, Flip Wilson and of course, The Jackson 5 show.

Off the Wall was released during my Freshman year of high school and believe me, none of us wanted to stop, we couldn’t get enough.

Thriller came along breaking all records and changed the whole idea of what music videos were, what they would become.

By the time that Bad was released, I was a busy mom of two and music didn’t play as big a part in my life.  Still how could I not love Man in the Mirror and the call to be the change we wanted to see in the world.

Honestly, after that I didn’t keep up with Michael Jackson at all.  He became just an eccentric character who would hit the headlines once and awhile.  It is only now, after his death that I am listening to some of his later music.  Today I discovered Earth Song and I realize that this is the lament of of a searching soul, my own heart sang with resonance.

Tonight has been a walk through my memories.  Revisiting has been sweet but I am treasuring more the rediscovery of the artist that was always there.  I mourn that his song ended so soon.

In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.

Michael Jackson



Thursday Thirteen – Because I need to laugh

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It’s been a little stressful around here lately … not necessarily at home but definitely in our larger community and even in our online community.  I think we could all use something to laugh about.  Here is my humble offering of jokes that may bring a smile to you today.

Why did the chicken cross the road . . .

Bob Dylan :How many roads must one chicken cross?

Jack Nicholson : ’cause it (censored) wanted to. That’s the (censored) reason.

Hamlet : Because ’tis better to suffer in the mind the slings and arrows of outrageous road maintenance than to take arms against a sea of on coming vehicles…

Martin Luther King, Jr. : I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question

The Bible : And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, “Thou shalt cross the road.” And the Chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.

Lord Baden-Powell : To earn a road crossing Badge.

Albert Einstein : Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your point of view. The chicken did not cross the road – it transcended it.

Dr. Seuss : Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes! The chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed it, I’ve not been told!

Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.

Anderson Cooper: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.

BARBARA WALTERS:  Isn’t that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its life long dream of crossing the road.

Dr. PHIL:  The problem we have here is that this chicken won’t realize that he must first deal with the problem on ‘THIS’ side of the road before it goes after the problem on the ‘OTHER SIDE’ of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he’s acting by not taking on his ‘CURRENT’ problems before adding ‘NEW’ problems.

NANCY GRACE:  That chicken crossed the road because he’s GUILTY! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

Wellness Wednesday: Rebooting

Resurrecting a short practice of posts I participated in last year, I am confronted with the way I have allowed twelve months to dribble away.  May 2008 was the last time I wrote a Wellness Wednesday post and honestly, one of the last times I remember feeling really well.  I had made significant changes in my diet and movement, life appeared to be falling into a beautiful rhythm.  What happened?!  I have no idea.  Nothing traumatic happened.  No huge plans took me off track.  Somehow my life became about making it through moment to moment.  Almost like a survival mode but there is no reason for me to be in survival mode.

That doesn’t mean that I haven’t accomplished some things.  I taught two semesters at homeschool co-op, I have been part of starting an emerging church cohort, I attended a weekend of art workshops and have been taking some classes online.  But it is almost like those things have pulled me through the year instead of me leading the way.

So, today on this Wellness Wednesday, I am looking at Rebooting.  Yesterday, I talked about the heaviness of all the things that are in my mind, things I am learning and challenging myself with, things that I want to do.  My mind and my body have become slow and sluggish.  I need to reboot, to defragment.

Recently I listened to and watched this presentation from John Reese called Reboot your Brain, one of those things I stumbled across online but just at the right time.  I had already recognized that there was too much in my head, had already recognized symptoms and consequences of avoidance but was still stuck in not being able to move forward and change it.  My mind was so full that I couldn’t even think of what I needed to do.

There are eight steps covered in the presentations but really it boils down to doing a brain dump, writing down everything that is crossing your mind to do, everything that is in your mind and heart that you want (ah, a chance to dream or in my case, a challenge.  I am not so good at dreaming) and all the fears that are holding you captive.  This is the first technique I have heard of that confronts the fears.  It is the fears that we have that will keep us from dreaming, from making steps to accomplishing those dreams and from being productive about that to-do list. Just from listening to the recording, I have already been able to start internally facing a couple fears.

The challenge is to find a significant amount of alone time in order to work through the process.  The schedule is really full but the longer I put this off, the slower I am becoming.  It needs to happen before there is a complete crash



Shadows, Scanning and Bringing Order

Shadow comforts have become my way of life.  There is so much good for me right now but it is not the best.  In fact, it is actually keeping me from creating, from living, from experiencing.

I could make of list of new discoveries but today I am suspecting that adding more on top of an unprocessed pile is doing nothing more than making a tower too tall, too heavy for me to handle.  Eventually it all comes crashing down and I spend energy stacking back up and still, adding more.

In some ways, this is the life of being a scanner.  I am grateful for Barbara Sher giving me permission and validation to be who I am … someone who has a lot of interests, who learns a little and moves on.  But, being the scanner that I am, I think I moved on from Barbara’s book, Refuse to Choose before I learned how to live my life productively.

Today is just another day of chaos, it seems.  I don’t like it and I am ready to be out of it.  I have been re-visiting that Philippians series from Mars Hill and Rob Bell made a statement that during creation God brought order to chaos.  Is that creative power avaliable to me?  I need order!  Oh how I wish God were the magical wizard who would wave a wand and instantly the chaos would be gone, the order would fall into place.  Somehow, I believe this is going to require something of me.  Writing about it certainly is not going to be enough; just another of my shadow comforts sometimes.

Now the computer must be turned off, no more checking blogs, catching up on news or looking for artistic inspiration for today.  I am off to make a to-do list.

Until tomorrow . . .


Spiritual Discipline of Grace and Peace

That is usually at the end of my post but today I am bringing up to the top.    It is not merely words that I use to close  my posts or emails, not just words that I say when leave someone, not just a thought I try to keep foremost in my mind.  It is a spiritual discipline that I am practicing.  I didn’t even recognize it as such until recently though I had become intentional about using the phrase.  Yet, lately, I have begun to see how it is changing who I am and that is the purpose of spiritual discipline, of spiritual formation.

It all started last year when I began to listen to the teaching series from Mars Hill Michigan.  Rob Bell started off the year long journey through Philippians, my favorite letter in the Bible, by highlighting this simple phrase which was used over and over in the epistles and asking what would it be like if we became channels of grace and peace.

I made a commitment to speak grace and peace into the world and the phrase became attached to all my interactions. In all sincerity, it is my prayer, my blessing, and my benediction of the only thing I may have to offer.  Too many times, I am at a loss for what I could say in comfort or hope yet there is always grace and peace.  Each time I release those words, rather in print or verbally, I am shaken with the power that is within them.  Again, they are not merely words.

It is my wish for each one I encounter to know the incredible grace of God and with grace coming before, peace follows.

Rob Bell shared a definition of grace fromSpiro Zodiakis

“Grace is the absolutely free expression of the love of God

findings its only motive in the beauty and benevolence of God”

Though I understand the free expression of the love of God,  I am still working on the motive.  When I began to turn from a life that had been dictated by fear and controlled by rules, imposed by others and myself, I grabbed onto grace as my life preserver in those churning waters.  I tried to walk in grace in my relationships but there was still a stumbling block … my expectations.  I was still trying to change myself, change others by covering the rod of rules with a velvet covering of grace.  I did not yet understand that grace will only have the motive of the beauty and benevolence of God.  I still don’t but my heart has shifted to wanting to know.

This practice of grace and peace is forming a filter in my mind, in front of myeyes that is teaching me how to go beyond speaking and toward being the manifestation.  It is not a flawless journey; I need the grace for myself.  But my hopes are that the stumbling steps will be corrected by the love of God and the desire I have to show that love.


About Fathers

Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.
Gloria Naylor

We don’t typically celebrate Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Valentine’s Day.  I realized a long time ago that if we can’t express our love for each other everyday then indulging the market for cards, flowers restaurant meals, etc. to appease our guilt would mean nothing.

But today I am thinking of my father, my daddy.  He died in November 2004 but I have felt his absence more clearly this year than ever before.  We had no start to speak of.  My parents divorced by the time I was two and evidently things happened that complicated life to the point that I didn’t see him, he didn’t see me.  Though we lived minutes apart, I only remember a few visits to his house, one last one at Easter when I was seven and no more until my senior year in high school.  Even then, I initiated our reunion and subsequent visits.  That was our start … two people who were strangers who shouldn’t have been.  A history based on no history.

It was difficult to develop a relationship but I persevered and so did he.  I moved away when I married Chris, making our progress challenging but he visited me in Memphis.  Once we moved back to Greenville, Christmas celebrations became very important to him.  The relationship was still not smooth and I thought the final chance had passed when he retired to Surfside Beach.  Little did I know then that would be the beginning of the best years.

In 1997, I spent four days with my Daddy.  The longest I had been with him under one roof in my memory.  I was so nervous abou that trip.  But we had all the kids … seven at that time, and the eighth due within weeks.  They are a great distraction.  It ended up being the most wonderful visit and the first of many.  As we left, he stood in the driveway, waving and signing “I love you”  with his hand … stayed there until he could no longer see our van driving away.  The first of many traditions that would mark our times together.

A watermelon always sat by the stairs, awaiting our arrival

Sun-warmed pecan twirls passed out at the beach

Coming down the stairs in the early morning, I would see Daddy sitting in his chair.  Most of the time, we would be the first ones awake.  I would sit on the end of the couch nearest him, drinking a cup of coffee.  Just content to be near him.

Little jokes that he told every visit to my kids … they tell them now to each other.  For instance, he would always tease them and tell them that someone had pulled the plug on the ocean, the water was all gone and there could be no beach visit.

He included us in his plans.  We visited their friends, went to their church, volunteered with him.

The first of our papa runs … pizza and  Krispy Kreme donuts.  A lot of our traditions revolved around food … Daddy loved food!

Much of our healing came after a particular Christmas.  He was so adamant that year that we ALL be there and became anxious as people kept stepping out to smoke a cigarette.  It was because he had something to say.  That night, he asked for our forgiveness for not being there when we wre growing up, for the hurt it caused us.  He called each of us up and placed his hands on our heads and prayed a blessing over our lives.  That was the turning point.

I had the privilege of enjoying a beautiful relationship with him for the few years we had left together.  My one regret is that after he was diagnosed with cancer, I didn’t deal with it well.  I didn’t call as much as  I should have or take advantage of seeing him more.  I was in huge denial and just didn’t want to deal with the reality that he would be gone soon and therefore, I missed opportunities.  But I was there when he died.  When we walked into the hospital room, expecting him to be unconscious, he looked over at us and asked question he always asked first, “Did you make good time?”  So funny that he would always figure out how long it took us to get there, congratulating us on making it in good time.  I fed him the last bite of food he would ever take, I read to him and sang to him and was able to hear him say one last time, “Hey honey”.   I was there when we took him home to die and I was by the bed when he took his final breath.

He and I were a testimony to reconciliation, redemption and love and grace.  It’s a beautiful story and I don’t do it justice with these mere words typed through tears.

The day he was diagnose with pancreatic cancer, he called me.  Once again, he had something to say.  He wanted me to know how proud he was of Chris, that Chris is a good man, a wonderful husband and father.  He was just so happy to know that I had this man in my life.

I am too.

So on this day, I think of him as well.

Chris, I looked over at you last night, as you were sleeping and I spoke grateful words.  I am so thankful that you walked into that storeroom twenty-five years ago, that you fell in love with a pregnant woman and became the father to her and the many yet to come.  You have lived out such a wonderful definition of love toward us.  You are patient and kind and selfless.  Thank you for your giving heart, for the experiences that you have given us.  Thank you for being a man that made my Daddy proud.  I love you.

Where are you going now?

It happened again yesterday.  The question, the only question it seems, that Christians ask other Christians that they haven’t seen in awhile (translated: haven’t seen in their church building in awhile)

So, where are you going now? (translated: what building are you going to now?  I am asking because this is the only way I know to gauge your spiritual life as a Christian and I just don’t know what else to ask you about your life)

Nothing else seems to matter.  No questions about my children, my grandchildren, my husband, our home, my mom.  Those are just surface knowledge.  If someone knew me even beyond five minute conversations, they would know about my art, my passion for authentic learning and for women, for life altering grace.  Yet, even those that may have taken the time to know all that usually default to that one question first.

Initially, I answered honestly.

“We’re not.  We’re not going anywhere”

When I detected the alarm in her eyes, I started reaching for excuses and explanations.

“Well, we do attend ________ sometimes because they have an evening service and since Chris works on Sundays . . . “

“But, the teenagers are stil coming here so sometimes I will be here . . . “

I am frustrated by my relenting to the single question examination, relenting to the point of stretching the reality of my life to fit into some answer she may find acceptable.

Thinking about it while driving kids to camp (in near 100 degree temperature, in my big van with no air condition), I realized that the true answer isn’t that we go nowhere but that we go everywhere!

We go downtown spending hours talking to other seekers about life and God and faith.

We go to Barnes and Noble and continue those conversations, finding ways to understand and love each other.

We go to a retirement home to deliver food and more importantly, checking in on old friends.

We go to a building and shovel insulation and ceiling material, making  a place available for children and believers to meet.

We go to movies with our children, enjoying the chatter that lasts for hours afterward.

We go to my mother’s and direct the remodeling of her home because she can’t and we want her life to be stress-free.

We go to Scouts and Co-op, teaching others what we love.

We go to help friends sew dolls to honor the memory of another’s mother, grandmother, to help ease the grief of her husband.

We go to the museum, to the park, to the library finding God in art, in nature, in literature.

We go to concerts, near and far, nurturing our love of music and finding God again.

We go to art tables and to bird sanctuaries, honoring the passion that we have inside.

The point is that we are never not going.  Even at times, for various reasons, we may go to a church.  But those isolated occasions don’t define us spiritually, those aren’t the culmination of our walk with God.

We are seeking a more holistic journey that doesn’t compartmentalize our spiritual experiences.  One that becomes aware of God in each conversation, in each experience, in each opportunity to share the burden of another.

So what about you … where are you going now?



I’m All About

From Catherine via Sharon


Today I am All About:

Freedom and Grace and Love and Godde

Femininity, Feminism, and the Divine Feminine

Meditating, Awareness and Presence

Community, sacrifice and sharing

Speaking and writing and creating

Bohemian Bedrooms with purple, orange, gold and green

Summer storms and air conditioning

Moving

Coffee, water and Lambic Framboise

Ice cream and watermelon

Breathing, closing my eyes, breathing some more

Waking up

The Moon and the earth that is calling my name

Loving my husband

Creating and re-creating

Finding balance

Thinking about painting, not painting, wanting to paint, needing to paint … rooms and art

Friends and family

Becoming Stronger

Looking Forward with ancient eyes

Wanting more, doing less, simplifying

Answering the knock at the door


Now it’s your turn … What are you all about?



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