AIR, AND THEREFORE

imagine
some flying heaven

with sparks
and the fantasized constellations

wind . inspiration . beclouds and clears

memory . learning
philosophy. theology. mathematics
within logic a song or cunning ethics

the conception . over land, over waters
even fire

all the legged and winged creatures
the very words God said

goodness as well as
food for the mind

dreams
wishes
visions

nothingness
and everything that moves in some fashion

positioning sun, moon, stars
the multitudes of birds
yes, singing

the WAY

I breathe, therefore, and am

ANY

light entering a shadow

light chasing a shadow

headlight of a passing car
swirling around the room

*   *   *

come to me anyway

come to me any way

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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STILLING THE SEASONS, IF FOR A MOMENT

For all of their range across time, seasons of the Spirit, as well as seasons of the flesh, are grounded in the here and now. It’s the paradox that unites the two, and intensifies their wisdom. Eternity, in effect, as found in a flash.

Keep racing, and you’ll see nothing but a blur en route to some goal. You can be fully alive in the rush of adrenaline, your attention concentrated on what is essential in split-second increments. The pace is unsustainable for long, naturally, and an emotional crash will follow. The alternative is to stop yourself, to achieve calm before the storm or calm within the storm, before continuing. Stopping, to regain strength as well as collect scattered thoughts and actions. To restore focus and wholeness.

When I think of these seasons, I don’t know whether the yin-yang emblem of Buddhism, with its “S” rippling through a circle, and light on one side and darkness on the other (alternating day and night or sun and moon), or the Christian cross is more appropriate. The cross, after all, leaves us with four quadrants, like the seasons themselves, while the yin-yang expresses alternating rhythms encountered daily.

The daily rhythms converge on sunrise and sunset – in many traditions, times of meditation, prayer, or chanting. Moments to acknowledge the presence of Spirit with us, in our flesh.

Walt Whitman, describing his first Quaker meeting, tells of entering a room where people were “sitting still as death.” The phrase initially appears morbid and troubling. Even so, it reflects an early Quaker understanding of a necessity of “dying to the world” and its desires and distractions in order to become open to the Spirit. Deep silent meditation becomes a kind of winter, to be followed by spring. The flesh, too, is given symbolic rest and freed from unessential movement. The moment becomes timeless. The stream clears. Fears and worries fall away.

This, too, is a season I invite you to discover.

The hour will end, and we’ll return to our usual labors, before drawing back together in stillness.

~*~

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REINTERPRETING A BIBLICAL TEXT

In fleshing out minor characters in Scripture, performance artist Peterson Toscano shared an insight: “feet” in the text (and I believe he mentioned “thighs,” too) can be a euphemism for “penis” or “genitals.” So when Zepporah tosses her son’s bloody foreskin at Moses’ “feet” (note the parallel), she’s screaming, “What kind of man are you who would place us all in jeopardy!”

Much of the Hebrew Bible is likely far “earthier” than we’re likely to hear from the pulpit. How much do we lose, then, in translation? How much are fundamentalists, too, missing?

YOGIS

The old swami was only fifty-one, I see now.
He thought Helene and I both were way too skinny.

The cookies my mother, an inept cook, shipped
went to class anyway. The break, after a workout.
“You moved away from this? You’re nuts!”

“Breathe as if you’re a sponge,” Loretta encouraged.

Life is different when the mind controls the breath.

“You are the most interesting person you’ll ever meet,”
Guru-dev insisted. “Stand in your own Light,
not others’.”

Or stand on your own head, before falling over.

“People leave us alone,” the young bride radiated.
“We pacifists are no fun to fight with.”

An exchange of floral garlands
made a wedding.

When the husband chanted,
he sounded like a puppy
first thing in the morning.

This would be as close as I would get to India
from Ohio.

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IMPROVING THE IMAGE

Think about the image the public holds of Quakers these days, and you may have to admit most folks have no idea we still exist. Quakers? Puritans? Amish? Even the oatmeal box man has largely lost any context. Even in the seacoast region, where we were once numerous, we’re largely invisible.

Part of it is our own fault, a consequence of dropping Plain dress and speech (not that we’d return to living under the strictures of old Quaker discipline). Another part of it was a consequence of the Hicksite and Gurneyite separations, which blunted the Quaker mission and message. For the record, the oatmeal company’s founders were so impressed by the reputation of Quakers that they appropriated our name; no Friends were involved. But all that was a long time ago.

Those who do have an image of us are likely to identify Quakers as either protesters, for obvious reasons, or as do-gooder philanthropists (probably in part through the Hicksite legacy and in part from the era when Friends produced a number of wealthy industrialists and financiers). Our most visible witness, the American Friends Service Committee, has contributed to both the demonstrator and charitable impressions.

Noble as that work is, the ultimate challenge we face in restoring public awareness of the Society of Friends is in voicing the spiritual foundation for our actions – the unique faith and practice we treasure. At its core, this means extending an invitation to join us in our remarkable worship. So how do we project a semblance of radiant silence? Makes for a more interesting challenge, doesn’t it?

~*~

Motets 1

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CONSIDER

Think of our tradition of traveling with a “minute of concern” or of traveling in free-Gospel ministry. So wonderful to revive.

For example:

AFTER THE MANNER

in my travels, presenting
a minute of introduction and approval
even after a stupefaction
“what are we supposed to do with this?”
I’ll explain
this ancient custom revived

what pleasure to meet others also
in public ministry
and encourage the same

~*~

some places their messages will trouble
though many resist

some find
comfort and rest

some hold fast where they wrestle
inwardly and out

~*~

as one clerk endorsed my letter after worship
another Friend announced he’d just received
approval to visit fellow scientists in Siberia
and a voice cried out, “Do you have a minute from Meeting?”

and one was drafted
and approved on the spot

as a start . renewed

poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson

 ~*~

Motets 1

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OCCUPATIONAL MATTERS

Even our name, Society of Friends, emphasizes that we’re an assembly of PEOPLE. While we come together “to know that which is eternal,” each of us brings something different to the table (shall I say “our invisible communion table?), whether it’s in worship or our committee service.

As people, our individual training and daily work shapes our personal experience of the divine, and probably each other. I long to hear more from the varied insights within that kaleidoscope. Someone drilled in mathematics, for instance, may see a particular elegance and absolute beauty emerging within a complex calculation; a physicist, awe in the immensity and energy of the universe; a teacher, in the opening of young minds and the challenges that go with it; a carpenter, in the very character of wood or an emerging space; an artist, in the physical variations of revealed light; a gardener or farmer, in the rhythms of the seasons or the tenacity of weeds; I recall one salesman who treasured finding ways to help people solve unique problems in their businesses, even if he didn’t sell his product that time around.

I like the fact that in Bible stories we see occupations as well: shepherds, mothers, fishers, carpenters, weavers, purple-dye makers, tentmakers, rulers, even soldiers, slaves, and priests, their paths crossing and sometimes being transformed.

The other part of the story, of course, is what we take from our faith and practice into the nitty-gritty of our workplace and homes. How are we changed, to work change? In all the directions we go?

~*~

Seasons 1

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A MERRY SEASONAL NOTE

Because many of my blog pieces on Quaker practice originated as monthly reflections for our Meeting newsletter, it’s natural that they would address some seasonal concerns, especially regarding what’s come to be known as the Holidays.

Over the course of these postings on Quakers and spiritual practice, I’ve touched on the interplay between the deeply personal inward search each Friend conducts and the discipleship we extend to one another. Sometimes this meant encouraging us to turn to the journals of earlier Quakers or their practices; sometimes it has meant looking to other branches of the Society of Friends and other denominations for differences or parallels; sometimes it has suggested we rethink our responses to the larger society or the demands of maintaining our own household and its wealth of talent. These days, as I look at Dover’s committee structure, I find myself seeing it recast as “ministries” – where each of us may grow and blossom through service. Ideally, then, the inward and outward would come together.

Living in northern climates, however, seems to amplify one’s awareness of seasonal change. The dark and cold of winter solstice, and the stretch that comes afterward, present their own lessons. Especially as we appreciate the Light as it enters our lives.

~*~

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CLERKING … WITHOUT A PASTOR OR ADMINISTRATOR

There is a tendency in many silent-worship Quaker meetings to turn the clerk into a de facto pastor. This is curious when we consider the widespread resistance in the same meetings to recognize ministers, elders, and overseers – historic roles a modern clerk becomes expected to fill, at least in part. This is something I had observed long before agreeing to serve as clerk of our meeting.

To be fair, one of the difficulties facing modern pastors is that congregations expect them to assume all three of the historic Quaker offices – to be ministers, elders, and overseers – while few individuals are gifted in more than one. Somebody who’s great in the pulpit may be lousy in hospital visits or in coping with children. Add to that expectations as administrator or chief executive officer, or even as a major fundraiser or organizational planner, and you can imagine the stresses and burnout that result. The fact that “programmed” Friends have both a pastor and a clerk should be a healthy reminder.

The message for quietist Friends like us is that the central job of the clerk is to moderate our business sessions. Yes, by extension, the clerk typically becomes a Public Friend empowered to speak on behalf of the congregation. At Dover, we usually expect our clerk to sit at the head of Meeting for Worship (and, as a consequence, to have nearly perfect attendance), although that has not always been the case. Other expectations may creep in, almost unseen – as the Most Visible Friend is sought out to solve Meeting problems left and right. No, this one will rarely solve the problem. Our strength is that we ALL have active roles in this faith community. Making the service and talents of each Friend more visible is a worthwhile accomplishment – and a sign of health, too. Please stand up and take a bow for the ways you contribute, even as I steer someone in your direction. Especially those of you serving as clerk of your committee-ministry.

~*~

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FRIENDLY GREETINGS

As I said at the time …

I’ve heard there was a time when elders would hand tracts to Friends entering Meeting for Worship. I suppose it was like the ushers in many congregations who distribute bulletins listing the order of hymns and sermon title, as well as announcements. Let me confess I’ve been tempted to randomly distribute some of our weekly mail that way, just to see what pops up.

Tracts and pamphlets do seem quaint in an Internet era, but a lot of Quaker teaching has been passed down in those small pages. Are there new ways of doing this without “spamming” the message? Maybe relying solely on the written word is too limited. Perhaps the actors and visual artists in Friendly circles will step up to the challenge. Audiotape? DVD? Web streaming? Well, the newsletter as a PDF download is one step in that direction.

All the same, in this frenzied season, there’s something comforting in opening next year’s Plain-style calendar – the one from the Tract Association of Friends. And who would have guessed how helpful it is, thanks to the numbered rather than named months, in dealing with the computer protocol at the office? Maybe some things are simply timeless, even when looking toward a Happy New Year at the end of frenzied holiday celebrations. So here we are, turning the page, and in some ways, just starting all over again.