Staying on the road… and in the conversation!

Every now and then, somebody asks me why I bother to write.

Some days, I ask me that! This week had a couple of those days… both of them having to do with the purgatory-like place known as social media.

First, I got scolded by a dear, wise friend with a lot of tough things on her list, about allowing a conversational twist on my page over the tragedy engulfing the people of Israel and Gaza which is spreading globally like a plague of shootings and trauma and exclusion.

She had a point.

And, I was allowing the conversation in the hopes that people might hear something other than hatred.

Full disclosure… I deleted the entire post, after a good bit of pondering.

Why? Because it was causing pain to someone I care about.

And, I was tired. And sad.

Then, another conversation. A word, by the way, which literally means turning together!!!

This time, about pronouns for God.

A conversation which has changed a good bit during my Earth-journey. And one which has become a power-hungry yard stick for right/wrong… in/out… real/not.

All of which was churning inside me while I was attempting to do the thing called sleeping.

Now, if you’ve been reading along for a bit, you may have heard me mention that my dreams are way more like hearing voices than watching a movie. Last night was no exception!

It started like this…

Language is very powerful. Language does not just describe reality. Language creates the reality it describes. (The late South-African Archbishop, Desmond Tutu.)

Then…

…In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God. (John 1, KJV… And, yes, irony abounds!)

And after that, clear as a bell… the voice of my own Little, just learning to speak.

You see, Dave called all of us Mama. Me, my folks, my sister, the daycare people…

One by one, he learned their “other” names. Eventually, just my mom and I were Mama. And Mom was sad when he learned Grammy.

My first granddaughter had name challenges, too. I started out as Gam. Then, Gwammy, And eventually, Grammy.

And each time she called to me, by whatever name, I was thrilled! (I still am!!!)

Then… a rare picture in my dream.

A chicken!

(Laugh if you wish… this is the real deal!)

And, there were words with the picture…

So much for sleeping. It was time for tea and searching the bookshelves.

At the risk of spoiling the literary suspense, here’s the punchline in this amazing story:

…and much, much more!

A book with roots in scripture! (Start with Matthew 23: 37 – 39. Jesus is speaking.)

A book with a whole lot of wisdom for our time!

Here’s my ah-hah! in this whole adventure…

The Divine of my understanding is delighted each time we call upon them and not in the least concerned with what name we use!

In my heart, the question is simply this…

Are we welcoming searching people into dynamic relationship with Creator or are we building walls of vested self interest around Hope???

ps… I know you’ve seen glimpses of this painting recently when it was still a #wip. She’s sitting across from my chair as I do this particular writing thing. I just noticed how much she looks like the Mother Hen cover art! Hmmmm…

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