Then. Now. Future: A Reflection.

“We have to do with the past only as we can make it useful to the present and the future.”
― Frederick Douglass, The Meaning of the Fourth of July for the Negro

This photo was taken at Main Plaza in San Antonio, where the oldest cathedral in the United States is lit each night with a digital story of the history of that beautiful city. I happened upon the show while on an impromptu evening walk, isn’t that often how the most precious treasures are found, in spontaneity? Our hearts may be softest and our minds most open in those moments when we’re alone and simply seeking fresh air.

I was struck by the modernity of the visual display, shown on a screen of the stark white stone of the cathedral’s facade. It was confluence: ancient and current, time-worn and fresh. Hipsters stood alongside gray-haired seniors while small children played in the plaza.

American hero Frederick Douglass was profoundly correct: it is imperative that we know our collective past. Know it, honor its victories, recognize its failures, and allow it to propel us toward more freedom. More compassion. More equity.  The history of the oppressed is mine, too. The plight of the immigrant resides in my soul today. The work is both individual and corporate, and I am pledging, amid this turbulent season, to do the work I can.

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Present Light, First in a Series

“I am going to notice the lights of the earth, the sun and the moon and the stars, the lights of our candles as we march, the lights with which spring teases us, the light that is already present.”
Anne Lamott

I have ever been a person who is drawn to light, to sun, to brightness and joy. Not for me the shadows and darkened nights. And yet, I know that darkness is essential, that a life spent in an eternal and endless glow is not chromatically rich. Variegated hues of gray and the negative spaces of art are what allow for rich texture and depth. In photography, in music, in painting, in life.

But still … I prefer light. It is my prerogative to do so. I choose to shine on! For it is in choosing to turn toward the light that I find resilience, and it is in resilience that I find life itself.

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Cathedrals: Fourth in a Series

Ah, the Grande Dame of churches, the towering structure that has loomed over the Seine for around 900 years now. 900. As an American, citizen of a country where we’re amazed to find a building still standing from just two centuries ago, a country where we demolish the aged to make room for the new (in architecture, in cars, in people…), this church just rocked my world. It’s crawling with tourists now, I would have loved the opportunity to visit in stillness.

In April, much of the world watched in horror as the cathedral burned, we worried about the safety of people, but also we grieved what seemed to be a complete loss of a monument to faith and architecture that’s been visited and loved by countless children of God for nearly a millenia.

But praise and blessed be! Only her roof was destroyed.

Do I understand that the Catholic Church has some things to answer for? Yes. And rightly so. But I separate the Godly house from the inhabitants who have abused. Instead, I think of the penitents and faithful who have found comfort, wisdom, and fellowship within those stone walls. May we all find our own holy place, be it cathedral, woods, meadow, or home.

 

Notre Dame Cathedral Paris

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Short and Sweet: Homelight

I go out on walks nearly every day. I am lucky, I live in a place with over 200 miles of shady, paved walking paths that provide an opportunity to get moving while surrounded by trees and the heady scent of jasmine and honeysuckle. I even encounter deer at times, though I have not been lucky enough to see the family of foxes that many neighbors have spotted.

I love my neighborhood with its craftsman inspired architecture, the houses with combos of siding and natural stone, trees, squirrels, and parks.

Best of all are the neighbors and their dogs, we wave and say hi as we pass on the dappled paths. It’s a great place to live.

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