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Hopeful waiting.

It’s the day before Easter and I’m sitting at our kitchen table at the Cape.  The house is quiet in a way that it is almost never quiet.  

hopeful waiting

Nick and Grace went to run errands, picking up bird seed and putting air in our running stroller tires.  Baby Nick is napping.  And Clark is perched on a side table (definitely not allowed, but I’m not in a rule enforcing mood), keeping watch over the neighborhood.

As soon as Nick was asleep, I started checking items off my list.  We have family coming down for the holiday and I am buzzing with excitement.  I set out our dishes and started thinking about what would go where.  I rearranged items in the fridge and pretended like I had functioning spacial relations skills (I don’t).  I contemplated ironing the tablecloths, but

  1.  LOL, NO. 
  2. I don’t think we have an iron at this house

I was four or five items in on the list when something grabbed my attention– a bird chirping in the yard or a neighbor out walking (our weekend life on the Cape is so different from our regular life in the city).

I decided to scrap the list (for now) and just listen.  

There are so many pieces (big and small) of the Easter story to meditate and pray on that I think I could start and never be done (and for sure, my list would remain unfinished).  But it’s the hopeful waiting that I’m feeling especially aware of today– the way that faith can carry us forward because we know there is good to be found (and celebrated), the way it can help us transform times of worry, anxiety, stress or restlessness.

I have such a tendency to fill the time, as if doing, doing, doing would speed us along to the next thing.  (Though most often, it feels as if life is speeding ahead and I’m hanging on to the tailgate… and not in a cool, like, stunt-person-on-a-skateboard way.)  When was the last time you really sat still?  It seems like a luxury, I know.  But is it?

I sat in that place of hopeful waiting for some time (I lost track… mostly because I had also lost my phone, which also serves as my clock… and like 900 other things).

The baby will be waking up soon, and Grace and Nick will be bounding in the door shortly.  Clark may or may not fall off the side table in excitement.  My sister, brother-in-law and nephew will be arriving soon too, and the house will be filled with happy noise.  It will be even more full tomorrow.

Eventually I’ll get around to labeling which food goes on which platter (I’m not ready to show my entire deck of neurotic cards just yet).  I’ll head out to the store, finish stuffing the eggs for tomorrow’s hunt, and go for a run.  We will help Grace dye her eggs (they’ve finally cooled down) and watch her attempt to play fetch with Clark as Nick trails behind them.

I might feel the day getting ahead of (or away from) me, but there is still so much to look forward to… so I will come back to that place of hopeful waiting.  And the place of no ironing, too.

Wishing you and yours a very happy and healthy Passover, Easter + Springtime.

Also On Tap for Today:

What’s on your mind today?

 

Today: The calm before the storm.

It would seem like Hurricane Sandy is the real deal, and is set to reach Boston tomorrow morning, so I spent much of today doing any and everything that requires electricity.  Like laundry.  And charging anything that comes with a charger.  I tracked down our flashlights and candles, filled the gas tank, picked up my prescriptions, and bought enough bananas to last us the week.

With six days until our wedding, I’m rather inclined to panic.  What if our caterer or venue loses power?  Or like, what if we lose power, but then get it back, and I plug in my MacBook and we have a power surge and the list that says who is having chicken and who is having pumpkin ravioli gets zapped?  Because I’ve vowed to worry less, though, I’m choosing to stay calm.  That means lots of mint tea and snuggling with Clark, a change of nail polish, and showing up early to the six o’clock Mass.

Making it to church on Sunday night always helps me in that way.  Our parish’s commitment to social justice means so much to me, and helps me to start the week thinking of others, rather than myself.  I prayed that everyone will stay safe during and after the storm, and that I will get a life some perspective and stop focusing on things like table numbers.  I can be such a dingbat sometimes.  Speaking of numbers, if you’re a fellow Bostonian, be sure you have these important ones nearby.

Also On Tap for Today:

How do you keep calm?

Today: OMG.

I don’t claim to be an expert on world religions, or even my own religion, but back in 1987 George Michael told me I’ve gotta have faith.  And I took it to heart.  (That same year, he also mention something about being a Father Figure… but um… does that mean something creepy?)  So while I’m taking spiritual direction from a former member of Wham!, here’s a pretty picture taken from high atop an overpriced parking garage in the Back Bay.

This is what the back of one of my favorite churches looks like.  I’ve approached St. Cecilia’s from the front a million (okay, a thousand… um… many, several dozens) of times, so I felt sort of sneaky seeing her from a different angle.  But then again, sneaking a peak at faith from a different angle every now and again couldn’t be a bad thing.

Being Catholic feels very home to me, but I think that my faith has been enriched significantly by the experiences (now matter how divergent) of others.  I like to know what other people believe.

Through my work, I’ve had opportunities to meet with teachers at an Islamic academic and a parochial school in the same day.  I’ve sat at tables with members of the Black Ministerial Alliance and leaders from Boston’s Jewish community.  When you get to spend your days doing work that feels good, surrounded by people who are doing similarly, life feels like one big prayer.  I’m a lucky girl.

We won’t always agree about our beliefs.  Even when we… um, believe the same thing. Like that time some kid and I got into an argument about whether or not “we” should be offended when people say “Happy Holidays.”  I reckon that’s not the same as wishing someone a “Crappy Christmas.”  I think, at least, they’re saying, “Whatever you’re celebrating, I hope it’s happy.”  The Crappy Christmas comment didn’t go over very well.  Nor did “Let’s agree to disagree.”  “You’re a moron” wasn’t well received, either.  Surprising, I know.

What was I rambling about?  Oh right, we’re not always going to see eye to eye, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.  As long as we’re not poking any eyes out in the process, that is.

Please file this post under: Out of left field.

Also On Tap for Today:

Does faith factor in your day?  Is George Michael a genius or a wee bit creepy?