Disruption
The night before we traveled
for our first vacation since covid
I broke my toe.
This disrupted our plans.
And yet…
instead of visiting museums
and historical sites,
we sat in the B&B garden
drinking our coffee and tea
for hours
and caught up with each other
and remembered, rekindled
the love we share
expressing it
receiving it
treasuring it
resting our hearts in it.
I’m so grateful for the disruption
that led us
to restore our souls.
ohhhhh this touched my heart.
Enter your own belonging
And look around
-
Find the hearth of your soul
And sit for a while
Take what the world expects
And just say no.
so good
Poetry is disruption
Poet Mary Oliver’s famous
Question:
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
Now, my knees shake, my spirit soars,
My heart stills.
Disrupt me,
I beg you.
Disrupt me.
I have no scars
to explain over
a glass of wine
in a darkened bar,
my hair not yet
resembling silver
fishing twine.
again and again,
until I catch the world
in my worn out wisdom.
I live on the edge of two tectonic plates
hovering against each other—
the New Madrid Fault, they call it,
as if the floating pieces of earth were a mistake.
The plates have stayed well behaved
in my lifetime,
though I’m haunted by the story
off the earthquake that made the Mississippi flow backward for ten minutes.
It’s always tornado season here—
the sirens and green skies drive us to the basement again and again—
but for some reason it’s an earthquake that I truly fear:
for if the earth itself isn’t stable,
what is?
Disruption is
a call in the night
tucking in feet and elbows
rescuing bunny from the floor.
.
half-finished pieces
taking up wall space
in a very scattered studio.
a grocery run
because the fruit is gone, again,
instead of the planned date night.
a pirate-cat calling
for you to put down the phone
and guard your treasure already.
Disruption sounds so violent,
so disturbing,
so destructive,
so daunting and difficult.
And it is,
Even the little things,
The tiny changes
Which affect our lives,
Disrupt our worlds like
Ripples in the water,
Changing the direction of our flow.
yes.
Sometimes, my entire life feels like
one giant disruption.
Every sound,
movement,
thought,
obligation
has the potential to disrupt
my plans,
expectations,
goals,
hopes -
in the worst way.
And yet,
I have known the beauty in
my beliefs,
thoughts,
fears,
patterns
being gently disrupted
by information,
compassion,
questions,
permission -
in the best way.
How awful,
and wonderful.
shhhhh, a secret.
sometimes i drop the finish line
and just use it as bait. to lure them in,
like a chicken neck to a blue crab.
wait. wait.
there is good stuff in those shiny red balloons.
Like that curious print behind your head, Kaitlin Curtice, waving at me.
good stuff.
Disruptions
between
who we
we're created to be
and who we THINK
we are created to be
True self vs False/Shadow self
BUT
we can't
truly or completely
avoid
who we are created to be
disruptions
Holy yet ordinary
divine reminders
in a world and culture
of trauma
that pushes us
individually
to be
tough, unyielding
snarky, quick witted
able to take on
oppression
injustice
at every opportunity
(how exhausting, harmful, and counterproductive)
Disruptions reminds us
We are
siblings
diverse
in identity and experience
designed
strong yet vulnerable
grace filled
in order to
work together
building community
and eliminating
oppression and injustice
together
while intentionally
resting regularly
(before it is overdue)
working with the
harmony of the
Holy Spirit
that aren't
at all.
Beautiful!!!
My first response to
disruption is aversion…
But I’m thinking about
Plants that grow in
disrupted environments…
Finding life within
sidewalk cracks
among rocky terrain
in heavily polluted areas…
I think learning to grow
amidst disruption allows
us to offer our most potent
medicine to the world
I was going to see you
Then the call came
Exposed to Covid
Now I can’t hug you again
Now I can’t be in the same room with you
Now I can be with you outside 6’ apart
Disruption to our plans
Thank you!
A break that my body needs,
But my brain didn’t realize.
A break that my soul needs,
And my heart gives thanks.
A break that will have amazing implications, if…and when…
I take it.
Is an interruption
To whatever you were do—
ing and sometimes it really
Takes……..a…….lot…….of
Energytogetbacktowhatyouweredoing
And other times
It’s not that big of a deal
and we just keep going on as seamlessly
as before.
…
Nothing
My mind is blank
What can I say about this word?
Other than
Simply
It is (for now)
(For always?)
My life
Voices and screeches and gravitational
yanking, dragging, coaxing away from what
I want
Or need
Or am expected
To want
I see now
I can choose
To see now
(And respond to)
Each disruption
Uniquely
As a call
Away from
Or towards
The night before we traveled
for our first vacation since covid
I broke my toe.
This disrupted our plans.
And yet…
instead of visiting museums
and historical sites,
we sat in the B&B garden
drinking our coffee and tea
for hours
and caught up with each other
and remembered, rekindled
the love we share
expressing it
receiving it
treasuring it
resting our hearts in it.
I’m so grateful for the disruption
that led us
to restore our souls.
ohhhhh this touched my heart.
Enter your own belonging
And look around
-
Find the hearth of your soul
And sit for a while
-
Take what the world expects
And just say no.
so good
Poetry is disruption
Poet Mary Oliver’s famous
Question:
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
Disruption
Now, my knees shake, my spirit soars,
My heart stills.
Disrupt me,
I beg you.
Disrupt me.
I have no scars
to explain over
a glass of wine
in a darkened bar,
my hair not yet
resembling silver
fishing twine.
Disrupt me,
again and again,
until I catch the world
in my worn out wisdom.
I live on the edge of two tectonic plates
hovering against each other—
the New Madrid Fault, they call it,
as if the floating pieces of earth were a mistake.
The plates have stayed well behaved
in my lifetime,
though I’m haunted by the story
off the earthquake that made the Mississippi flow backward for ten minutes.
It’s always tornado season here—
the sirens and green skies drive us to the basement again and again—
but for some reason it’s an earthquake that I truly fear:
for if the earth itself isn’t stable,
what is?
Disruption is
a call in the night
tucking in feet and elbows
rescuing bunny from the floor.
.
Disruption is
half-finished pieces
taking up wall space
in a very scattered studio.
.
Disruption is
a grocery run
because the fruit is gone, again,
instead of the planned date night.
.
Disruption is
a pirate-cat calling
for you to put down the phone
and guard your treasure already.
Disruption sounds so violent,
so disturbing,
so destructive,
so daunting and difficult.
And it is,
Even the little things,
The tiny changes
Which affect our lives,
Disrupt our worlds like
Ripples in the water,
Changing the direction of our flow.
yes.
Sometimes, my entire life feels like
one giant disruption.
Every sound,
movement,
thought,
obligation
has the potential to disrupt
my plans,
expectations,
goals,
hopes -
in the worst way.
And yet,
I have known the beauty in
my beliefs,
thoughts,
fears,
patterns
being gently disrupted
by information,
compassion,
questions,
permission -
in the best way.
How awful,
and wonderful.
shhhhh, a secret.
sometimes i drop the finish line
and just use it as bait. to lure them in,
like a chicken neck to a blue crab.
wait. wait.
there is good stuff in those shiny red balloons.
Like that curious print behind your head, Kaitlin Curtice, waving at me.
good stuff.
Disruptions
between
who we
we're created to be
and who we THINK
we are created to be
True self vs False/Shadow self
BUT
we can't
truly or completely
avoid
who we are created to be
disruptions
Holy yet ordinary
divine reminders
in a world and culture
of trauma
that pushes us
individually
to be
tough, unyielding
snarky, quick witted
able to take on
oppression
injustice
at every opportunity
(how exhausting, harmful, and counterproductive)
Disruptions reminds us
We are
siblings
diverse
in identity and experience
designed
to be
strong yet vulnerable
grace filled
in order to
work together
building community
and eliminating
oppression and injustice
together
while intentionally
resting regularly
(before it is overdue)
working with the
harmony of the
Holy Spirit
that aren't
disruptions
at all.
Beautiful!!!
My first response to
disruption is aversion…
But I’m thinking about
Plants that grow in
disrupted environments…
Finding life within
sidewalk cracks
among rocky terrain
in heavily polluted areas…
I think learning to grow
amidst disruption allows
us to offer our most potent
medicine to the world
Disruption
I was going to see you
Then the call came
Exposed to Covid
Now I can’t hug you again
Now I can’t be in the same room with you
Now I can be with you outside 6’ apart
Disruption to our plans
Thank you!
A break that my body needs,
But my brain didn’t realize.
A break that my soul needs,
And my heart gives thanks.
A break that will have amazing implications, if…and when…
I take it.
Disruption
Is an interruption
To whatever you were do—
ing and sometimes it really
Takes……..a…….lot…….of
Energytogetbacktowhatyouweredoing
And other times
It’s not that big of a deal
and we just keep going on as seamlessly
as before.
Disruption
…
Nothing
…
My mind is blank
…
What can I say about this word?
Other than
Simply
It is (for now)
(For always?)
My life
Voices and screeches and gravitational
yanking, dragging, coaxing away from what
I want
Or need
…
Or am expected
To want
Or need
…
I see now
I can choose
To see now
(And respond to)
Each disruption
Uniquely
As a call
Away from
Or towards
My life