This blog is an extension of IN-SPIRITED* with a particular contribution to make. It seeks to reflect on living and breathing; seeking life and being found by God; being on mission, being human and being holy; entering mystery and celebrating the ordinary; struggling and learning; knowing one is already rooted in love and embodying more and more what one believes. And it does so, inspired by the image shared by Annie Dillard in The Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.
In this wonderful text, she describes the experience of being human very much like the experience of walking in the fog. We see “tatters of clearness through a pervading obscurity”. This is not disturbing, I believe. It simply is what is.
We human persons are bound by limits while stretched across horizons. Our energy, our field of vision, our perceptions and conceptions and misconceptions, our stories and histories, our connections and cultures and collaborations and isolations, our griefs and our joys, our experiences and our interpretations and ruminations – these communicate with the broadest strokes of reality. We are small and large – circumscribed and beyond definition. We have names, but no apt labels. We can analyze the composition of our bodies, count our heartbeats and breaths, and xray our structural make up – yet not capture the human heart or locate the individual spirit.
We are mystery, and we live in mystery. Yet we often forget this, because the mysterious of life is so very ordinary and concrete in our experience. We catch glimpses of what is most true. And the mystic and the artist and the prophet and the pray-er and the pilgrim among us describe these glimpses best through image and metaphor, color and light. They help us see the truth by hinting at it.
And so, this blog intends to play with images, glimpse and hint at truth, and see what tatters of clearness might emerge. It seeks to see, from where I am. Undoubtedly, like one of the blind men in the Gospels who is on the journey to sight, when I see it is no doubt sometimes a bit “off”. He saw people that looked like trees walking. My words can only hint at and serve my own vision and limits and gifts…. my own tree people… my own tatters of clearness through my own pervading obscurity. Still, that is how we enrich each other – with shared visions and dialogue – like a jigsaw puzzle of multi-dimensions taking shape. The dialogue is a discovery, and a grace.
I look forward to conversations and reflections, new friends and dialogue partners, and depend – as ever – on the Spirit and the Spirit’s holy manner of working!
Joanne M. Cahoon