Sometimes it is about patience. Is it wrong to be impatient for what is good – even what is right? What do you do when you find yourself stuck in these in-between times. They kind of just are. There’s no way to jump-start, shortcut, backtrack or fast-forward. It just is this odd suspension, one that waits to go forward simply to start again. It’s uncomfortable. The pendulum has whacked ‘before’ and hasn’t had anything to strike on the other side yet and consequently it doesn’t know what to do.
Published December 27, 2009 by Rebecca Matheson
It’s peculiar coming to the end of a year – a year I have yet to really reflect on – and not really knowing what next year holds in terms of work or friends or what living in a completely different part of Melbourne looks like. I don’t dislike the changes but I do prefer things to have a bit more of a lid on them. I’m not so comfortable in limbo land.
For Christmas Geoff bought me From Sometimes which is a conceptual book of postcards. I am inspired to find a mechanism to write down small things.
I truly love the new Imogen Heap CD Ellipse. Here is a youtube clip of ‘Wait it Out‘, do listen.
Published December 8, 2009 by Rebecca Matheson
Where is the good way?
There, find rest
Throw wide your chest and let
questions pour out
and follow, follow
until gently they join
with your soul and as peers,
content like friends – walk beside.Let questions and soul and maker
meet and rest and find the kingdom way
A gentle way of thunder,
of miracle and newness,
of hope, renewal
and creativity.Ask: the good way.
Go the good way with your questions.
Published December 8, 2009 by Rebecca Matheson
This lack of understanding compounding
my tiny brain.How can I understand a child
before I am a mother
How can I understand a man
so dimly tangibleGod man.
Jesus.Help me find you through your birth
This frailty a point more clear
and at our mercy to choose
day in, day out
-too often I do not chooseHelp me to choose
The word
Who has become flesh
and dwelt among us
while you seem more near
(Or at least while you are smaller)
Published December 8, 2009 by Rebecca Matheson
I do not know
How I should live
I try one thing, it waxes then wans
and then I do not try at all.
I hope, hope desperately to be on watch
To watch and hear, my seeing ears
My open ears
And yet sometimes it feels as if cold nothing,
or loud otherthing crowds in – overwhelming
There is a vibrating in my ears
and it is stopping me from seeing.
Jesus heals the blind.
Matt 9:27-31