I’m of an age (65) where looking back over my life can take a while. So many years. So many different residences (8 states) and family configurations. And so many vocations: secretary, editor, college professor, experimental psychologist, writer, pastor, spiritual director, church bureaucrat…. Did I really do all those different things? And WHY? Was I just fickle?
And what am I now? WHO am I now?
What I’m discovering in my semi-retirement is that I love to make things. Beautiful things. Things with words, and things you can touch. I especially love to make jewelry, in the room in our new home that is “all mine” — a place for crafting, meditating, listening to music, journaling — a room I call The Beadery.
One thing I think about in my Beadery is the very nature of Beauty (and the capital “B” is important). Here’s a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson that has filled my soul lately:
“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God’s handwriting—a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.”
Yes, I think that’s it. Beauty is God’s handwriting. A wayside sacrament. And my vocation at this stage of life is to be a pilgrim on that way. (Did you know that the very first term used to identify the followers of Jesus in the 1st century was “People of the Way”?) I am a person of the Way, called to notice things, to savor them, to receive God’s wayside sacraments as life-sustaining nourishment.
In these occasional jottings I’ll be sharing some of the things that inspire me, that delight or confound me, or that just seem holy in some unexpected way.
You’re welcome to join me.