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Graceful Seasons of Change by Kristen Bishop

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Kristen Bishop is a grad student studying Child Life Development.  But more importantly she is s student of life.  You can read about her learnings here on her blog. Recently she relocated from Southern California to the Pacific Northwest, which matches up with her love of fall and coffee.  You will find her working with children at a local hospital making sure they understand what is happening in their situations and easing families’ burdens with her gentle nature and wise soul.  She is one of the most creative minds I know, taking the ordinary and making it extraordinary.

 

 

 

if you were to look through my art journal, you would find a common theme.

change.

i really don’t like it. and choose to deal with it through writing, painting, ripping paper, scribbling, painting more, ripping more magazines/paper/tape… you get it.

 

change means things are no longer in my own control.

and change means that i must fully put my trust in the Creator of the Universe.

and that scares me. because, well, i can’t control the Creator.

 

while change is inevitable, time and time again i have stood face-to-face with change, showing her my angriest face. and as a result of that, all i found was deep pain. the changes occurred, despite my efforts to stop them. at times, i felt like my heart was literally being torn in half. these changes were significant- friends getting married, graduating from college, moving to a new city, moving to a new state. and now i face the completion of my graduate program- which means redefining my identity as a student to an employee, a workin’ girl, a real adult (i think…).

 

 

 

throughout all these experiences, i have been learning how to accept change with grace. i have also learned that i have serious control issues. it has become a bit of a joke among family and friends. i like being in charge and i like when things go my way. there are times when this control (or “organization”, as i like to call it) works to my advantage. but more often than not, it leads to a lifestyle of inflexibility and lots of disappointment. so, like i said, i’m also learning about grace. and as i learn about and practice grace in my own life- there is growth.

 

i find that the seasons can be the most beautiful example of grace and change and growth. here in the PNW, i have seen snow and ice turn into gorgeous shades of pink and yellow. as spring arrives, the trees start to bud and flowers begin to bloom. bright yellow daffodils grow wildly on the side of the freeway and tulips add sparks of color wherever i look. and the beauty of it is that the change from winter to spring is a process. these flowers did not bloom overnight. it has taken months. and there are still trees that need to blossom, flowers to open up, and vines to produce fruit. change, with grace, is a journey.

 

 

this next change is a big one. finishing my Master’s degree and learning a style and rhythm of life that does not include papers, research, and due dates will be an adjustment. what will i do with my time? what will my new rhythm be like? where will i live and work?  as i finish up my internship in Washington, i begin to search out where God might have me in the next stage of life. and saying that, is a lot easier than doing it. i feel like i am constantly asking God for His lead in my next step. then i say, “amen” and start thinking about all the things i need to do. there it goes, i loose trust in Him the minute it becomes about me and what i need to do to make things happen my way… Lord, help me.

 

 

i vividly remember a conversation i had with Kristin [Ritzau] a few years ago. i shared with her that i couldn’t wait until the day when i had my life, my emotions, my relationships “all together”. Kristin paused, and with the most love and grace said to me, “you will never have it ‘all together’, my dear.” and she’s absolutely right. things are always changing, growing, and adjusting. i am continually learning to show up to my life instead of being frustrated and anxious about each process. i can’t plan the next steps. i don’t know what will happen. and that.is.scary. but i know that the Creator is in control. no matter what. and for that, i truly am thankful. because let’s be honest, i am a mess. i am not in control of my own life. and i will re-learn this throughout my entire earthly existence. but by the GRACE of God, i am alive from one day to the next. i learn more about the Creator and more about myself through each situation that presents change. and invites grace. and produces growth.

Celebrating Change by Meghan Jackson

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Meghan Jackson is a pediatric nurse and a radical homemaker. This past year has certainly brought change – she got married, celebrated her husband’s graduation from dental school, and has decreased her hours at work to spend more time working in their home. She enjoys reading books out loud with her hubby, coffee dates, concocting good food, and losing all sense of time in her vegetable garden. When the mood strikes her, she blogs here.


 

 

If you know me, you know I love to garden. It all started my senior year of college with some snapdragons and potting soil bought at the Target garden center. I lovingly planted my little babies in brand-new pots and placed them in various well thought out spots around our apartment.  You know, the end tables, the bathroom, my night stand. Needless to say, all of them died…but they did not take with them my passion for nurturing. I graduated. I researched. I learned that most plants do better outdoors. And now I grow vegetables.

My husband and I dug a long-awaited veggie patch into our backyard last summer. We planted the seeds, and from October onward it has been a part of my general routine to wake up, put on my bathrobe and slippers, and pad outside to check on the plants. It has been a delightful journey, observing this first season of our garden’s growth. I’ve watched the seedlings come up, their first leaves drop off as their mature ones grew stronger. I’ve seen the radishes swell and the pea pods slowly fatten and the arugula bolt into flowers, attracting bees. I’ve found myself engrossed in the activities of worms, grub, and roly-poly as they break down our kitchen scraps and yard waste into wonderful, dynamic dirt.

Our garden is literally different every single day, and it never ceases to amaze me that all of this change happens more or less without me. Granted, I water the plants and feed them fresh compost, and likewise feed the compost with our leftover plants, but 99% of the change that occurs in our garden is not of my own doing. It’s like magic.

It dawned on me about a month ago that almost daily, I have been exercising a practice in celebrating change. I’ll venture to say that for all of us, change can be scary. And I think all of us can name a time when that fear kept us from making or accepting a change.  So when I realized that I had happened upon a way to celebrate change, I rejoiced! That’s probably a healthy practice to have!

I encourage you all to consider a way in which you can practice celebrating change. Maybe it is in really noticing the growth of your children, or that of a relationship, or a way you have matured in the last year. Maybe you can wake up early, and watch the dawn unfold and the light change around you as the day begins. Or savor a sunset. Or notice the subtle changes that occur in the yards and on the porches of the homes as you walk a familiar stretch of your neighborhood.

Maybe you will plant a seed, and watch the miracle of change and growth unfold out of the dirt. It really is magical, and it really is worth celebrating.

October 2011:

January 2012:

Diligence of Lace by Carissa Burkett

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Carissa is a woman who creates.  She recently left a designer job at Anthropology and is currently creating a new life for herself as a grad student in an amazing master’s program.  She has created many things in her life with her hands, but most of all they come from her experience of the world.  Here is one example:

 

While in San Francisco I went into a Café and saw a woman sitting by herself eating lunch.  I asked her if I could sit with her while I drank my Latte and she nodded her agreement.  I began talking with her about uninteresting things and she slowly began to warm up to the conversation.  She was a dentist whose practice was currently in Washington DC and was attending a dental conference in San Francisco.  She was born and raised in Columbia in the mountains and had worked very hard to come to the US for college and dental school.  She talked to me about the transition of moving from beautiful Columbia and all of her family to New Orleans for dental school.  She told me how she hated the humidity that made her hair frizzy and how difficult it was to be away from her family and all that she had known.  She told me how hard she had to work to accomplish the achievements that she had today.  This very strong woman had the outer appearance of delicacy and beauty, while she had had to climb many difficult steps to get from her meager but proud beginnings to her current wealth of accomplishments and success.

In response to this interaction, I crocheted these tubular pieces out of dental floss and installed them in my senior art show at Azusa Pacific University in 2008.  If any of you have ever crocheted or watched someone crochet, you know that crocheting is a repetitious practice in which you take a single small movement and do it over and over and over again, and somehow those little loops grow into something large and beautiful.  Often times change is the same.  You have to take tiny little steps, and keep putting one foot in front of the other and in the end you can look back at all those tiny little steps and find that something beautiful has been created through the trials of change.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Proverbs 3 “Crop of Hope” by Christin Taylor

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Christin Taylor lives in a college dorm (in an apartment) in Bellingham, Washington with her two children and husband Dwayne.  It is there that she writes prolific essays and teaches online writing workshops as well as mentors many students who seek out her wisdom. She has currently just solidified her first book contract for Shipwrecked in Los Angeles, her creative memoir filled with insightful direction and beautiful words.  She is a great teacher (take her workshop!) and wonderful human being.  Christin is our last writer for this season’s FINDING HOPE prompt and she closes us out of this season with a lovely take on Proverbs 3. 

 

 

What I’m about to tell you

Will lengthen the line of your days

Will harvest a crop of hope:

“In all your ways”

in every road where you put foot to path

in every street where you pass lights and lives

admit that there is one bigger than you, truer than you,

more real than the very breath you are now taking

 

“and He will make your ways”

straighter than the truth that has pierced your heart.

He will walk the trail you are now treading

And wear in every curve of confusion, every angle of apprehension.

 

“Don’t be wise in your own eyes”

be wise in the eyes of one who peers into your soul,

who sees what is not, and what cannot

be fathomed by those such as us,

dust as we are,

fading from one temporary moment to the next.

 

“Blessed is the man who finds wisdom”

it will be like he found a small child by the road

sat with her and heard the thoughts of God

held in the mind of one so innocent.

Those thoughts are deeper than Time

Simpler than a single note.

 

Beautiful are the traits of wisdom

“Nothing you desire can compare with her”

because nothing you desire brings peace

nothing you desire brings life

nothing you desire brings honor

But wisdom has laid these out like a laurel wreath

Ready for us to take with both hands.

 

That’s how God laid the foundations, placed the heavens, split the depths

That’s how he formed each one of us -

With sound judgment and good sense.

Cherish wisdom and know this:

 

The One, whose beginning and end meet on the other side of existence,

“He will be your confidence”

Though you fall, stumble, blunder, trip

He will keep you from breaking beyond repair.

Finding Hope by Nicola Gayle

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Hello My name is Nicola Marguerite Gayle….aka Nikki …. I was born and raised in Brooklyn New York by Jamaican Parents who as young adults  moved to England where they met and got married, then moved to New York where life began for both me (Nikki Gayle) and my older sister. Then when I was 6 we moved to California.

I currently live in Pasadena, California. My hobbies and interests have changed throughout the years but, what I found that has stayed consistent has been my love for the arts……especially dance.  I love traveling, eating/ snacking and cannot resist a good dessert!!

Writing is a tool that gets me to communicate more clearly with others but, I would never consider myself much of a writer………this blog entry is an experiment of my continued journey and adventure…..

Now I am rejoining self… reaching out for another thing that will or has fallen through or been rejected or even another  “failed” attempt …… but one thing I have discovered… I am still alive breathing and more alive than I have been in years. In the past, things were definite, for sure, consistent, constant, moving, shaking happening legit and “alive”. Things “made sense” (or so it seemed at the time) but inside I was dead, dying and scared… scared that I would do the “wrong thing” or that I would be “found out” and dead because I was not living up to whom I was and who I needed to be. The real me was beaten out by doing what “looks good” and won’t get me seen or heard or better yet “in trouble” because me and my individual thoughts, ideas, dreams, mistakes did not matter… (Mistakes were not allowed) or not accepted or I just did not know how to manage or accept or realize how to funnel it to a place of growth. I lacked a place and time for discovery because I filled it with others. Others dreams, others expectations, others hopes and others demands. That put me in a place where I did not have room for me.  No place to feel, escape experiment or just choose… I was constantly in a place of being told “ this is not you” and when I choose to speak it would come out “wrong“ or did not fit into a category that others would not/ could not understand or it was just not the space and time for me. I felt like I was suffocating. I made myself a victim and I didn’t realize it or even care.

A friend summed it up perfectly by saying to me once, “Nikki, people love/ like you but they just don’t know what to do with you”… ahh yes…. And that is where I began…. Or just started to begin. Beginning to understand the meaning of just being to truly understand me or just being/ my human existence, place and purpose in this world. Others may not have a place for you but you need to feel a place with ones self… what does that have to do with hope? Well hope believes in something greater/bigger than you. Well that’s my theory/ belief at least…that’s what keeps me going…  keeps me “on track”, keeps me from dying mentally, emotionally and spiritually.

I think I lost hope for a while…. Hope in trusting my self and others. I have my moments where I need to regain my hope but I know that hope /faith (whatever) that maybe keeps me going. So whether it is in keeping myself sane by going for an indulgent little treat or trying for the new job or new (or old) hobby or a new place to pray/journal/ explore it’s the little things that I enjoy that keeps me going… I can only do that if I know that I have hope in something bigger than me…. Hope gives me a break from trying to make up for things or keep trying for things that don’t really matter or are just a plain waste of time…. Hope is the help that gives you “wings” (Cheesy right) to keep flying so to speak…. Hope can look like a lot of things…

Like the scripture says we are made in his image…  and that’s a pretty big image… so guess what, there is a lot of room for all us and we all have and are all made up of unique pieces of him that add up to the big picture…. that to me, that image is my bench mark of hope…. and when I am rejecting myself, denying myself, ignoring myself… I am denying the very thing that I am created to be. No wonder…. when one is ignoring oneself you seem to disappear and parts of the big picture are missing…. That can leave you empty, lonely helpless, angry, frustrated, not at peace (the list goes on)… that makes a bit of sense to me because in my case when I am trying to be or copy something or someone that already exists (that’s not really who I am or what I am about) I am denying my place and purpose because a piece of the big picture that I am ceases to exist and what a tragic thing for oneself and for the entire picture or even the world for that matter.

Finding hope…for me is truly being me or searching for what makes me tick and when I am focusing on my true meaning… whatever that may be… I am filled and strengthened to pour out to others so they too can find their place in the big picture. What a tragedy, what a bore if all of our lives, dreams, talents, quirks, strengths and weaknesses all looked the same…. No wonder people loose hope when there is no variety.

So I leave you with this (you know I am speaking to myself when I say this)….freedom lies in feeling hope… hope that you have a purpose that is unique only to you. That YOU can contribute to this world… you are here for a reason for your particular ways, gifts, quirks, desires and dreams.  Leave room for yourself and others to explore…..

Stop comparing yourself to others…. Once you are living your life intended  (no matter how big and or small you may think it is that doesn’t matter) YOU have a purpose, YOU matter and in this life that is only unique to you and that can bring hope not only to you but also, to those around you……

Providing Hope by Katey Cabrera

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Katey Cabrera is one of those individuals that you want to know.  Her caring spirit and hospitality seep into everything she does whether it is a walk through the neighborhood, hosting an event, or caring for her family.  She is also an amazing voice and artist in her community. 

 

Creativity is something that runs deep within my bones; and has since I was a small child.  About 3 years ago I started a new job, which consisted of sitting behind a desk, under florescent lights, in a cubicle, and speaking with people who were out of work due to sickness or injury.  It was a great job that I was very thankful for.  At times it was a depressing job.  I felt as if the florescent lights were sucking any ounce of creativity out of me each day.

 

My husband was constantly encouraging me to paint by trying to use reverse psychology on me by telling me, “I bet you cannot paint any more.”  Knowing my husband I knew he was not trying to be mean in saying this but wanted me to paint so badly that he would try anything that might work.  He was hurt that I was not using my gifts and talents. He bought supplies for me.  He told me he would create a space for me to paint.  He suggested books that I should read about finding time and space for creativity. I had a hard time explaining, and he had a hard time understanding, that I felt as if all creativity had been sucked out of me and that by the time I left in the morning for work, drove in traffic for at least 30 minutes, worked a full day, drove back in traffic for at least 30 minutes, exercised to calm my mind down, and ate dinner, the last thing I wanted to do was pull out my art supplies to paint and make a mess.

 

Around this time, not only had I started a new job, I was also training for a 39 mile Breast Cancer Walk, I experienced a death in the family, I was trying to keep up my relationships with my husband and friends, and my husband and I decided to start trying to get pregnant.  I was very overwhelmed to say the least.  I expressed, to my husband, the need for a break and a break is what I got.  I came down with shingles.  At the time I thought shingles was only something that affected older people. I was proven wrong as I got this disease at the age of 27.  I also learned that shingles is contagious to those who have not had the chicken pox before.  Because of this I was taken out of work until my body had rid itself of the shingles sores.  I got the break I had been hoping for.

 

During this time off of work I spent most of my time outside in the sunshine.  I felt the creativity returning to my bones and I decided to paint.  Without thinking twice about it I decided to paint something for my husband to show him I could still paint and to thank him for always encouraging me to paint.  I painted a portrait of Abraham Lincoln, his favorite historical figure.

 

Having a break from the busyness of life gave me hope that I did still possess creativity, could still find rest, and could still be comfortable and calm in the stillness of life that surrounded me if I found time for it to.

 

Whenever I walk by the painting of Lincoln I am reminded of hope found in memories, of hope found in encouragement, of hope found in stillness, of hope found in looking, of hope found in waiting, of hope found in the here and now, of the hope that God provides in His timing.