To the High Desert of Santa Fe, New Mexico, we journey…


… At the B19 Gate in the Phoenix Airport- American Airlines. Waiting for the flight to Santa Fe to arrive, then from the Santa Fe airport to a shuttle for a ride to St John’s College and check-in for The Glen Workshop. Never expected to be here too early to get into the dorms ūüė≥but it just might happen! (Hope to include pictures of the Glen Workshop experience, but the WordPress mobile platform just crashed! Maybe pics can be edited in later…)

“What this story needs…”

 Modern LAst Supper

Today is Maundy Thursday, the day when Christians recall Jesus’ Last Supper before his death on the cross. The gathering that Jesus entered into with his disciples on this night was the Jewish celebration of the Passover meal. At Passover, the ancient Story of God’s Covenants with and faithfulness¬†to Israel are recalled. On this particular Passover, the Last¬†Supper, Jesus added a new chapter, a New Covenant, to the Story. This New Covenant, “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another,” (John 13:34) helps us to grasp that the Story, the Bible, is not primarily a collection of rules, it is a love Story.

All of us have a story. I wonder, who¬†holds the copyright to your story? Apple? Amazon? People Magazine? Jesus made sure he cited the source of his Story: “I don‚Äôt speak on my own authority. The Father who sent me has commanded me what to say and how to say it.” (John 12:49). Maundy Thursday is a good day to remember stories, and to ask ourselves if the righteous one, Jesus, ¬†holds the copyright to our story.

Speaking of stories,  here is a touching tale. Sadly, I have lost the name of the person who originally shared this anecdote, but it is so good I wanted to share it with you. If you know the author of this piece, please email me and I will gladly cite the source. Thanks!   

“A woman had held a Bible study in her home for a number of years. One day, a young neighbor and new member of the Bible study group stopped by to talk to the hostess. The new Bible student expressed her concern about the way the Old Testament stories were going. ‘So much violence and confusion, and such terrible things are happening,’ she said. ‘You know what this Story needs?’ the woman offered, ‘It needs a hero.’ At this, the hostess of the Bible study took the young woman’s hands in her own, looked into her eyes and said, ‘Keep reading. He’s coming.’ ”

Image is of “The Last Supper” by artist Janefargo.

An introvert learns a lesson

"The Journey": Illustration depicts ...

“The Journey”: Illustration depicts a young boy absorbed in watching the scenery from his seat in a railway car for a series of poems by Josephine Preston Peabody entitled “The Little Past.” The poems relate experiences of childhood from a child’s perspective. Published in: “The Little Past : the Journey” by Josephine Preston Peabody, Harper’s magazine, 108:95 (Dec. 1903). 1 painting : oil. Digital file from original. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This morning early,¬†several women met to visit,¬†talk about writing, and to share something with the group¬†that they had written in the last three months. This was our second meeting. Our first meeting was to get to know each other a little bit and¬†to discuss what we hoped to gain from the group. I had some trepidations prior to the original meeting, mostly¬† because I am an introvert and find meetings like this to be difficult, ¬†but, to my surprise, ¬†the first gathering went very well. Even though none of us had the same type of writing goal in mind –¬†our interests¬†ran from¬†children’s books to non-fiction to public speaking to mysteries to¬†daily devotionals¬†– we hit it off so well¬†together that we decided to give the writing group idea a try.¬†Before the meeting ended that morning, we¬† gave ourselves an assignment in reading and writing, and set a date to gather together again.

As the weeks passed and the date to meet drew closer, I¬† got my assignments done, which was a great feeling, but then I began to¬†fret about the meeting. “Will¬†the other people¬†actually show up?” ” Why would anyone want to read my stuff?”¬†“Isn’t it kind of odd that writers, who work alone, should even get together?”,¬†etc. (For you extroverts, these kinds of statements¬†are¬†pretty typical examples of¬†introvert self-talk.)¬†Ultimately,¬†¬†I knew I could depend on one other person being there, and figured that if only she came, we could still have a great morning, and I tried to put my insecure-introvert¬†feelings aside.

Of course, all¬†the mental pacing was for naught – everyone showed up, people graciously read each other’s work, and the critiquing was kind and valuable. I shouldn’t have worried, and I now know why: even at our first meeting, when we realized none of us¬†was going to be writing in¬†the same¬†genre, we had a great time being together, sharing stories, encouraging one another as people first, writers second.¬†¬†We are¬†¬†a diverse group in age and experience, but because of that¬†there is a lot of wisdom¬†from which to draw.¬†¬†Our¬† prespectives, strengths and weaknesses were¬†mixed, balanced and blended as we shared our stories¬†of meeting¬†the¬†demands of daily life, and the¬†challenges of the writing life.

We plan to meet again next quarter, and as our level of trust and sharing grows, I believe our writing skills will be enhanced, too. Even though writing is a solitary, introvert-ish endeavor, I am beginning to learn the great blessings that comes from a writing group. Who knew?