Your words this morning remind me of something I wrote recently, in part about the Heroine's Journey as opposed to the Hero's Journey. We love the Hero's Journey because it is active and masculine in the classic, archetypal sense. But the experience we've been having in this pandemic is much more of an archetypal, feminine Heroine's Journey, not unlike Persephone walking along, picking flowers and minding her own business, and then being snatched by Hades down to Hell where she is raped and forced to accept the mantle of Queen of Darkness, at least part-time. It is the experience of being done unto, and then having to integrate (as opposed to conquer) darkness.
I think one of the things that so confronted people about Jesus were his "feminine" qualities-- his nurturance, his acceptance of others, his connectivity, his sanctification of service and self-sacrifice. For me, this moment of Resurrection feels particularly potent because of the ways it pulls these two examples of re-emergence and integration together.
Tried to go to Church this morning - Easter. There were too many people for my long latent PTSD. I sat it out in the car, while my husband and Mom enjoyed the service. My introverted self enjoyed a podcast/sermon, and relaxed. It pays to pay attention.
Such a question - are you ready to love the new me- am I ready to love the new you - am I ready to love fully the one who makes all things new. Am I ready???
I told God the other day that I believe in him, but I wasn't so sure that he believes in me. And then my daughter and her husband told us that they are expecting their first child. I think God answered that one, resoundingly.
“Help us not foreclose on each other.” Amen to that! Praying for a healthy dose of holy curiosity, for sure. Thank you for your gift of prayer when I couldn’t conjure up my own words. You will continue to be in my prayers.
Between reading this and Richard Rohr's daily meditation I realized I am scared to have Hope. Maybe it's that I'm tired of having hope and watching it get squashed. That is not who I am or who I want to be. So I sit here feeling all the feels wondering if I'm brave enough to hope one more time, one more day, afterall spring is the season of hope and new life.
I'm feeling this same fear. Thanks for sharing. I feel like I keep looking back and thinking I was so childish to have had hope earlier in the pandemic. God help us to see what is really here in front of us, not just what we want to see. But at the same time, I miss my more hopeful self.
Nadia, thank you for letting us walk with you this year. You have opened yourself up so honestly and let us see your rawness that sometimes I have found it so hard to read your words. Then I've felt bad for that, then I've prayed into that and embraced the whole rag bag of feelings. The spiritual community needs more Nadias! Be blessed xx
Death to life, pandemic to unknown reality, Sunday prayers to tbd. It’s been an Easter with Bowie singing “ch-ch-ch-ch-changes” in my thoughts. THANK YOU Nadia for giving up your Sunday mornings for the past year during such a difficult time for all of us...such a gift! Trying to look forward to the unknown with faith in it all. 🙏🏻 Happy Easter.
Thank you so much for weekly prayers! I looked forward to (relied on?) them in a way that is frankly surprising to me as someone who never went to church... and now finds myself wishing I could go to a physical one that resonated like your ministry does.
I will feel a little adrift without this spiritual routine
Thank you Nadia for your offering of Sunday Prayers. Looking forward to your next plan. Your ministry is all the things. Love and cheers to new beginnings.
I pray you repent. Yahweh isn’t playing games in this season. He is NOT a God of mixture. The worship you are presenting is detestable to Him and not blessed. Don’t be fooled.
Your words this morning remind me of something I wrote recently, in part about the Heroine's Journey as opposed to the Hero's Journey. We love the Hero's Journey because it is active and masculine in the classic, archetypal sense. But the experience we've been having in this pandemic is much more of an archetypal, feminine Heroine's Journey, not unlike Persephone walking along, picking flowers and minding her own business, and then being snatched by Hades down to Hell where she is raped and forced to accept the mantle of Queen of Darkness, at least part-time. It is the experience of being done unto, and then having to integrate (as opposed to conquer) darkness.
I think one of the things that so confronted people about Jesus were his "feminine" qualities-- his nurturance, his acceptance of others, his connectivity, his sanctification of service and self-sacrifice. For me, this moment of Resurrection feels particularly potent because of the ways it pulls these two examples of re-emergence and integration together.
May we all find the space to breathe and integrate, so that we may re-emerge transformed and reminded of our holy wholeness. https://ashasanaker.substack.com/p/sht-to-help-you-show-up-march-26
Tried to go to Church this morning - Easter. There were too many people for my long latent PTSD. I sat it out in the car, while my husband and Mom enjoyed the service. My introverted self enjoyed a podcast/sermon, and relaxed. It pays to pay attention.
Such a question - are you ready to love the new me- am I ready to love the new you - am I ready to love fully the one who makes all things new. Am I ready???
I told God the other day that I believe in him, but I wasn't so sure that he believes in me. And then my daughter and her husband told us that they are expecting their first child. I think God answered that one, resoundingly.
“Help us not foreclose on each other.” Amen to that! Praying for a healthy dose of holy curiosity, for sure. Thank you for your gift of prayer when I couldn’t conjure up my own words. You will continue to be in my prayers.
Between reading this and Richard Rohr's daily meditation I realized I am scared to have Hope. Maybe it's that I'm tired of having hope and watching it get squashed. That is not who I am or who I want to be. So I sit here feeling all the feels wondering if I'm brave enough to hope one more time, one more day, afterall spring is the season of hope and new life.
I'm feeling this same fear. Thanks for sharing. I feel like I keep looking back and thinking I was so childish to have had hope earlier in the pandemic. God help us to see what is really here in front of us, not just what we want to see. But at the same time, I miss my more hopeful self.
Nadia, thank you for letting us walk with you this year. You have opened yourself up so honestly and let us see your rawness that sometimes I have found it so hard to read your words. Then I've felt bad for that, then I've prayed into that and embraced the whole rag bag of feelings. The spiritual community needs more Nadias! Be blessed xx
Death to life, pandemic to unknown reality, Sunday prayers to tbd. It’s been an Easter with Bowie singing “ch-ch-ch-ch-changes” in my thoughts. THANK YOU Nadia for giving up your Sunday mornings for the past year during such a difficult time for all of us...such a gift! Trying to look forward to the unknown with faith in it all. 🙏🏻 Happy Easter.
I will miss your Sunday prayers. They almost always expressed how I feel. Thank you for the offering and showing me, yet another way to pray.
Thank you so much for weekly prayers! I looked forward to (relied on?) them in a way that is frankly surprising to me as someone who never went to church... and now finds myself wishing I could go to a physical one that resonated like your ministry does.
I will feel a little adrift without this spiritual routine
*not literally "never went to church," but wasn't brought up by church-going parents
Thank you Nadia for your offering of Sunday Prayers. Looking forward to your next plan. Your ministry is all the things. Love and cheers to new beginnings.
I pray you repent. Yahweh isn’t playing games in this season. He is NOT a God of mixture. The worship you are presenting is detestable to Him and not blessed. Don’t be fooled.
I feel like I am slowly peeking out the storm cellar door after a year long tornado. Thanks for being in my back pocket
Thank you. I try to preface my comments about how this time has helped me grow with "I hate that so many have died and been sick and lonely..."
Thank you
I have been touched, nurtured, and challenged by your thoughtful words. You are appreciated so much--blessings to you!