Center for Action & Contemplation Assignment 2:
It came upon me slowly
It intrigued me
It opened me.
It kept me still
even as I fled.
It gave me breath
even as it suffocated.
It kept me alive
even as I slowly drowned.
It came upon me slowly
and it consumed me.
The above poem is my response to Carol Bieleck's poem, Breathing Under Water, from which Father Richard Rohr used to name his book of the same name.
My dependence on alcohol didn't happen overnight but I remember when it became a way of life. December 24, 2010. For 13 years it was my solution; it was my medicine. It was my life preserver. But on August 4, 2022 I saw it for what it really was; my death sentence.
Every part of who I ever thought I was had been drowned out by alcohol. I was a shell, a mask, of a woman who no longer existed, if she ever existed at all. But deep beneath the waves of despair, a voice still cried out... a cry to God; a cry for salvation. I'm learning to breath underwater, meaning I'm learning to live as a sober alcoholic.
If you have a regular contemplative practice, what role has your contemplative practice played in your life? How has it challenged you?All throughout my time in seminary and provisional residency I dabbled in contemplative practices. As a pastor, the day-to-day operations of the church can weigh you down, crushing you beneath the endless tasks. Over time, you lose sight of God's presence in the very places we build to worship God.
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