Category Archives: contemplative mothering

I have a favorite family life book!

It’s called The Creative Family and it was written by Amanda Blake Soule.  She has an amazing blog at www.soulemama.typepad.com

I thought I’d share some photos of the creativity our family has enjoyed due to the inspiration in The Creative Family.  

Jon

Jonny’s drawing was transferred to fabric.  I then embroidered over the transfer and stuffed it to make a cute toy.  Jonny named him Jon! 

Helena and Aveline embroider together

After I showed Helena (left) to embroider on burlap with a blunt needle, she then helped Aveline learn how!

I’m really looking forward to trying the other crafts in the book, but beyond that, I am so thankful to be revisiting my own crafting and creativity that I thought I needed to sacrifice in order to take optimum care of my children.  In The Creative Family Amanda Soule encourages us mothers (and fathers!) to get in touch with our own creativity both as a way to take care of ourselves AND to nurture our connections with our families, bringing more mindfulness and intent to each moment.  The positive effects of bringing more creativity into our homes really are endless!

I am so thankful to Amanda for sharing her treasure trove and I’m especially grateful for the effects of those treaures on my self and my family. 

contemplative mothering series #3

This one is dedicated to Jeanine Hardgrave, for her unfailing encouragement!

Okay, here’s something the brothers and sisters do, that we can easily incorporate into our lives at home.  They offer their daily tasks as intercessory prayer for others. For instance, “Lord, I dedicate this mopping of my kitchen floor to my friend’s son, who’s having surgery on Monday, Amen.”

I don’t want to add any commentary because I don’t want to corrupt this beautiful practice in any way, or diminish anyone else’s experience with it.  Try it, and let me know how it goes. 

I’d like to add that my recent silence is due to the cycle of life.  I feel there is a time to take in and a time to give out.  Lately I’ve been taking in.  I’ve become acquainted with a deceased monk named Romuald, and his ideas are changing my life.  I will love to share more about him later on in the cycle of life. 

contemplative mothering series #2

Here is a series of quotes on prayer from a book I recently read.  Strung together they should not do justice to the whole picture, as presented in the book, but hint of some wonderful goals to get us jump started into the peaceful rest we can experience in our prayer life.  The book is The Way of the Heart by Henri J. M. Nouwen.

 

“To pray always – this is the real purpose of the desert life.”

 

I should interject here that the “desert life” refers to a life that some people of the fourth and fifth centuries sought in the Egyptian desert.  Their goals were to get away from the secular influence of their society, to find solitude and to spend time in silence, in order to seek God.  They are called the Desert Fathers and Mothers.

 

“The literal translation of the words ‘pray always’ is ‘come to rest.’  The Greek word for rest is hesychia, and hesychasm is the term which refers to the spirituality of the desert.”

 

“Hesychastic prayer, which leads to that rest where the soul can dwell with God, is prayer of the heart.”

 

“We find the best formulation of the prayer of the heart in the words of the Russian mystic Theophan the Recluse:  ‘To pray is to descend with the mind into the heart, and there to stand before the face of the Lord, ever-present, all-seeing, within you.’”

 

“There are three characteristics of the prayer of the heart that can help us formulate this discipline:

 

  • The prayer of the heart is nurtured by short, simple prayers.
  • The prayer of the heart is unceasing.
  • The prayer of the heart is all-inclusive.

 

There is so much good stuff on each of those characteristics in the book.  Okay, I’m going to include one more section, it’s an entire paragraph, but I think it’s worth it.

 

“When we say to people, ‘I will pray for you,’ we make a very important commitment.  The sad thing is that this remark often remains nothing but a well-meant expression of concern.  But when we learn to descend with our mind into our heart, then all those who have become part of our lives are led into the healing presence of God and touched by him in the center of our being.  We are speaking here about a mystery for which words are inadequate.  It is the mystery that the heart, which is the center of our being, is transformed by God into his own heart, a heart large enough to embrace the entire universe.  Through prayer we can carry in our heart all human pain and sorrow, all conflicts and agonies, all torture and war, all hunger, loneliness, and misery, not because of some great psychological or emotional capacity, but because God’s heart has become one with ours.”

 

That was the explanation for the “all-inclusive” characteristic of prayer of the heart.  It’s weird how I can almost feel a great hollowness in my body when I read and think about this!  

 

I hope that these words of this wise man help you to find rest in God where you can cast all your anxiety upon him, for he cares for you (1 Peter 5:7).

 

Izumi and the orange harvest

We have an orange tree, well a few actually.  But one was ready for harvesting a couple of days ago.  Also, my wonderful friend, Izumi was visiting from Japan.  Aveline thought it would be fun to pick oranges with Izumi.  She was right!

 

After we picked the oranges and brought them in, Izumi said that orange peel in good for the skin.  She said you slice it up and put the pieces in the bath and soak in it and that it smells nice, too.  She was right!

 

I had the nicest soak in the tub with my sliced orange peel.  I even began to feel a tingle on my skin that made me think it might be imparting a radiant glow!  I don’t know if it did, but my skin does feel soft.  I definitely recommend the experience (especially while praying the Jesus Prayer!  See my blog category ‘contemplative mothering’).  And if you need oranges, come to my house, I have a plethora. . .

 

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my sea, my orchard (a poem)

When I was a girl, I dwelled near the sea
I went to him always and always, he spoke to me.

Among other things he said, “Jennifer, you’re a special girl . . .
“To always come, sit, stare and think of the world.

“I hope that as you grow, you don’t forget the time
“You have spent here and that I’ve imparted to you a clear mind.

“When life hit me hard and I had to come to understand
Things that girls don’t normally ponder, offhand,

I would go to the sea, think hard and he’d listen,
Then he’d lovingly, wisely answer in each ripple’s glisten.

In parting, I would thank him, always wishing to stay,
But having too many things to do, force myself away.

Now I have grown and am the mother of three,
Only occasionally are we likely to visit the sea.

Though, always in my children I perceive that the sea
Imparts to them clear minds, just as he did for me!

I do wish to again dwell near to the sea,
But the love of my life has bestowed upon me

A home and an acre including a fruit orchard!
So to my orchard I now go, when life hits me hard.

Today, as I meandered through the quietude of the trees,
Once again, Hark! I heard the sea speak to me!

He said, “Jennifer I am here, now among your trees
“For God has relocated me away from the seas,

“He asked me where on Earth I would like to dwell
“And I answered, ‘Near Jennifer Lord, to see that she’s well . . .

“‘She can’t come to me lately and I have from You, new replies
“‘For just the thoughts and concerns that plague her special mind.

“‘Lord, permit me to go to her and live among her trees
“‘And again impart the clear mind that for her work, she needs!’

“The Lord said, ‘Alright, it shall be done . . .
“‘But how can We guarantee to the orchard she will come?’

“I said, ‘Ah Lord, I think I have just the trick,
“‘It’s the Ruby-throated Hummingbird’s glimmer she can’t resist.

“‘I’ll call an Archilochus colubris into her sight
“‘Each time she approaches, she’ll see it as a sign.

“‘Suspecting that whenever she comes she’ll perceive
“‘A metallic Ruby throat, I believe she’ll not wish to leave.

“‘Then as she tarries You can answer the cry of her heart,
“‘Through me and from Your Way she’ll never wish to part.’”

And so then, I am told, my Good Shepherd bade my sea, “Go,
“Jennifer will be blessed in her orchard, it shall be so.” 

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contemplative mothering series #1

I’m really excited to start this series of blogs.  This is a topic that has been on my heart lately, well actually, the contemplative life has been attractive to me ever since I learned what it was.  Some of you may be asking, “What is the contemplative life?” Allow me to sidestep my own meager understanding and ask the expert.

Here’s the dictionary’s answer:
contemplative |kənˈtemplətiv|adjectiveexpressing or involving prolonged thought she regarded me with a contemplative eye.• involving or given to deep silent prayer or religious meditation :contemplative knowledge of God.nouna person whose life is devoted primarily to prayer, esp. in a monastery or convent.

The contemplative life involves such things as solitude, quietude, prayer, meditation, work and service and worship, all of this is done in order that the doer can better seek God.

Having always been attracted to this way of living, I am now finding myself desperate to bring elements of it into my daily life, as a mother and homemaker.  Raising my three children attachment-style is becoming increasingly challenging.  Every single day I find myself, my character tested.  I have been weighed and found wanting!  Not only my character, but my mind, my heart, my soul, my capabilities, everything Jennifer comes into question. What more can I give up to make peace?  What must I cling to for sanity? Where is God in all of this?  

Two years ago I read the book Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger and thus I was introduced to the Orthodox Christian tradition of the The Jesus Prayer.  Around the same time I began an intense struggle with anxiety and my dad advised me to pray The Jesus Prayer!  It was so coincidental that I could not imagine that God was not weaving this life-giving practice into the tapestry of my life (don’t you just live for that?).  My dad had picked up the prayer from a monk at a hermitage he visited on occasion.

Here’s how The Jesus Prayer goes, “Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me.”  And then repeat it as many times as you possibly can.  My dad gave the added suggestion of inhaling as your mind speaks the first portion of the phrase, then exhaling as your mind speaks the latter portion (it’s important that you speak it in your mind and not aloud while praying it with your breathing, otherwise . . .  Well, just try it and you’ll see why).  It can be quite calming.  So then, as you continue (and continue, and continue, ad infinitum) you are bound to be distracted, if not by outside forces, then by the ever more powerful inner forces.  As this occurs, allow the interruptions, but as soon as you recognize that is what they are, release them and return to the prayer.

The other day I decided to do this as I folded a ginormous pile of laundry.  It was as if I’d had a massage when I was done!  Well, not quite, but it was very calming and centering. So, I decided to do it again as I loaded the dishwasher (I’m an avid pre-rinser which offers me a little more time than a non-pre-rinser might spend).  After doing so I felt I was brought at least into alignment with my Lord (my goal is to get into His presence).  I had again luxuriated in the experience so much that the next morning I decided to say the prayer all through my shower.  

I will continue to pray The Jesus Prayer in my daily life, won’t you join me?

In each one of this series of blogs I will introduce a new spiritual practice, monastic idea, person, story, portion of scripture, meditation, or otherwise inspired something to help you find your way to seeking God in your home, while continuing to love and nurture your family and perform all of your household duties.  I doubt you’ll benefit from or enjoy this nearly as much as I, but I hope you will, nonetheless!