The Waystead is a Hermitage of the Lindisfarne Community, established with the intent to foster the love of God in the world. My resolve is to follow the Way of the One in Whom we live and move and have our Being.
I trust that by thoughtfully founding, and steadfastly keeping, a dwelling place and setting it apart as a place of prayer, reflection, and contemplation, I will be able to hold onto that resolve.
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The Waystead Intentions
name “Waystead” is meant to suggest both a place that is in motion, and at rest;
a place both holy and entirely ordinary; a place both absolutely safe and
Waystead is a place dedicated to faithfully and trustfully holding space for
God’s Presence to inhabit this everyday world.
God’s help my intentions are:
One: To be faithful to my contemplative practice as God’s friend,
through my understanding of the meaning of compassion and good-will toward all beings.
To keep and hold the Waystead as a haven of safety and peace, as a clear space to
be a preserve of solitude, and as a locus for encountering the Living God.
To go out my door with resolve, and to come in with grace; grounded in God,
and observing my intention to carry the spirit of the Waystead with me always,
in simple freedom; and to practice living in open-hearted affinity with Christ in all
beings, abandoning no-one.
To search for understanding and wisdom in my studies and reflections and to share the simple delight of
learning and discovery freely through my writing, rather than pursuing recognition or monetary gain.
To practice greeting joy and wonder, anxiety and frustration, delight and ease,
anger and grief as welcome guests; with equanimity and an open heart.
To accept no burden from anyone which is not freely given and freely taken; and
to practice working easily in the world, aware of what measure of strength and
energy is present and within reach.
To practice paying attention in calm awareness with a still heart, and bring
that awareness into my prayer, my travels, my work, and my rest.
To practice compassion toward my own and other’s mistakes; to practice
awareness of my own and other’s limitations, and to practice figuring out
a path in life which leads to well-being.
To regularly engage in some rigorous physical art or skill as a practice of
To practice waiting on God, to learn to stop where understanding stops, and
To practice silence, both as an everyday matter of not-talking, and an inward
grace of Noble Silence, which is in and of God in whom we all live and move and
have our Being.
Lectionaries are funny things— weird, abstruse little lists
of biblical passages by number, sort of like tide tables or bus schedules. Today’s
Lectionary passages (for 3-9-2018, the week of the third Sunday in Lent) are:
Psalm 88; Genesis 47:1-26; 1 Corinthians 9:16-27; and Mark 6:47-56 About a month ago I posted a reflection in response to
Abbess Jane’s Lectionary Musings blog on the same passage from Corinthians as the
one listed for today in the Daily Office Readings Lectionary (BCP). That was
supposed to be the reading for the 6th Sunday of Epiphany, according
to +Jane, but I just can’t find it anywhere. I looked up Epiphany 6 in both the
Daily Office Lectionary and the Revised Common Lectionary—not there. It’s not
the reading from the Lindisfarne Community’s A Way of Living Lectionary for
either Year 1 or 2 either. Oh well. I was never the sort of autist who is fascinated by such
things as bus schedules. I am much more inclined to be enthralled by maps. I
wonder if I could make a L…
1 Corinthians 13:1-13 Complete Jewish Bible (CJB) 4 Love is patient and kind, not jealous, not boastful, 5 not proud, rude or selfish, not easily angered,
and it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not gloat over other people’s sins
but takes its delight in the truth. 7 Love always bears up, always trusts,
always hopes, always endures.
I’ve read this over about five times now, and it keeps on
growing in my mind. The above is only a part of the verse cited, but it’s the
part that kept reaching out and poking me. It’s the part that I felt was
reading me; the part that was peering
into my heart to see what is going on in there. It’s the part that sat down in
front of me with a questioning look on its face, put its chin in its hand, and
looked at me without saying anything. And kept on looking. Eventually I started noticing specific things; I started trying
to see what the verse was looking at in me. I noticed that it started out by
talking about what love is; then what it isn’t; then back …
On Sunday the Psalm was the famous 23rd.
I’ve heard it so many times that I never expected anything new to come
wandering across the border from that hinterland, but there ya go. So, the
liminal phrase is this: “Your rod and your staff they comfort me,” or as
the CJB says, “your rod and staff reassure me.” I got to thinking, “Well, just exactly how does a shepherd
use a staff and a rod?” The staff is used to guide the sheep and to catch them.
Traditional staffs used in the UK have horn crooks with a sharp curled tip,
which I suspect is designed to catch in the fleece. The rod was essentially a
club used to defend against predators, but also as a goad to correct the sheep.
I’ve never really identified with the sheep; I mean they are
really not very smart and don’t have much of a survival instinct. I also have
misgivings about identifying myself as the shepherd of the sheep. So, I asked
myself, “What other role might I fill in the whole sheep-shepherd metaphor?”
and it came to me: Shee…