Notice Me

Posted on May 5, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

As soon as the participants started arriving
at the retreat centre
I noticed something
in me
elbowed to the front
and shoved my self aside.

She wanted a hug from everyone
and pouted when she didn’t get it.
At the dinner table,
she told her stories
instead of inviting others to tell theirs.
In the opening session,
as I shared poetry, a song, and insights,
she looked for the nods and smiles
that told her she was significant,
she belonged.

Oh brother, I sighed,
when I went to bed that night.
Am I going to be like this all weekend?
I want to be present to these dear people
and not be so self-preoccupied,
so needy.

I closed the blinds
and turned off the lights
feeling disappointed
with myself.

That’s when God spoke up for my self:
That isn’t you.
It’s a part of you
that’s very young.

Tenderness came forward then
followed by compassion
and kindness,
and I found my self
present
to this dear child.
and able to give her
the assurance she longed for.

As a mother comforts her child,
so will I comfort you;
–Isaiah 66:13 (NIV)

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Eastertide Reflection 4

Singleness/ wholeness /oneness was the fourth posture that Heather Ruce invited us to consider. In this posture, the two parts of ourselves–human and divine, the ordinary and the spiritual–are integrated and at peace. All parts of ourselves are welcomed home and belong. Standing in this reality, we become more balanced, integrated, and unified in God. We are one in God, and we don’t lose the particularity of our being. In this place, we are oxygen for the embers of holy passion in ourselves and others. In this posture, I picture myself as a tree again with roots intermingled in God’s mycelial network and with leaves giving off oxygen to green up the world.  

 

Credits and References:
“What’s Up?” and “Vervet Monkey” by . Used with permission.
“Notice Me” by Esther Hizsa, 2023
Female Vervet Monkeys with Young by  Used with permission.
Image of tree by Gordon Johnson on Pixabay. Creative Commons.
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The Unholy Three

Posted on April 28, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

Fear is a powerful ally.
It curbs my behaviour, motivates me, and keeps me safe.
Would I be as nice if I didn’t fear judgment?
Would I prepare and work so hard if I didn’t fear failure?
Would I watch what I eat and do my yoga if I didn’t fear disease and death?

Anxiety is at the ready.
“What did you miss?”
“Remember the panic you felt when you discovered too late what you forgot?
You don’t want that to happen again.”
Anxiety gives me the energy to pay attention and push through.
Anxiety has made me very successful.

A third support is my inner critic.
She keeps me on my toes and has my back.
She never overlooks a mistake, a selfish thought, or a hurtful word
and brings them to my attention before anyone else does.
She knows how painful it is for me to hear stuff like that.

The unholy three have served me faithfully for six decades.
But they are not kind,
nor are they compassionate.
They rob me of sleep and peace
and alienate me from others.

The unholy three are very good at helping me
become someone good, useful, and significant.
But that “someone” they have in mind isn’t me,
and, quite frankly, it’s exhausting.

But when I sit with you, my Beloved Three,
and sink into your tender care,
I feel myself let go.
These “friends” let go of me,
and I begin to notice
how You provide time to rest,
how You give me the words I need and lead the way,
how You’re always at my side,
catching what I missed
or opening a new way forward,
how You never ever make me feel
less than.

You invite me to relax and trust
that the Holy Three
will keep me safe,
give me what I need,
and transform me with loving-kindness.


What I’m trying to do here is get you to relax, not be so preoccupied with getting so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep yourself in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met. Don’t be afraid of missing out. You’re my dearest friends! The Father wants to give you the very kingdom itself.— Luke 12:29-32 (MSG)

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Eastertide Reflection 3

The third contemplative posture invites us to name what we need and wield it. “Wield” was the word Heather Ruce used. It reminds me of the superheroes in the Marvel movies I watch with my grandkids. A Google search of images for “wield” leads me to illustrations of violent power. But the Holy Three invite me to wield love. God asks me to exercise power, authority or influence by bringing into a room what I most need most: trust, loving-kindness, and compassion. Love asks me to use who I am to bring freedom and healing to the world. The question I ask myself is: What do I most need that I am also asked to wield? 

Credits and References:
Sparrows from PXFuel. Creative Commons.
“The Unholy Three” by Esther Hizsa, 2023
Rublev Trinity by Jim Forest. Used with permission.
Super Hero image from Pixabay. Creative Commons. 

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My Suffering

Posted on April 21, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

Sadness crept closer
with each chapter I read.
Then it slipped in beside me when
the father left too.

It was still there the next day
and the day after that.
Sadness kept coming in
through the tiny crack of a story
that wasn’t even mine.

tender
fragile
close to tears

It didn’t have words.
It didn’t need them.
One person’s suffering
is enough for us all,

enough
to touch into mine,
my story of abandonment.
My pain

wanted to be seen
and felt.

My suffering has asked for this
so many times,
but every time,
like the father,
I left.

My suffering doesn’t leave.
It patiently waits for another story,
another crack,
that allows it in
for a little
while
longer.

What was my first word? I asked him, and he said: Don’t. I asked him what my second word was but he couldn’t remember. I think I’d have made something up if I was him. Like go.
―Miriam Toews, A Complicated Kindness

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Eastertide Reflection 2

The second posture Heather Ruce shared with us on that Easter Saturday retreat, was to stand, spine straight, firm in our Centre. In this solid place, we open to what is–see it, feel it with Christ, in Christ. We open our eyes to the suffering within and around us. Like Ignatius’ meditation on the Third Degree of Humility, we willingly, and intentionally face what is not comfortable. We go with Christ where he always goes–into suffering. We hold the question, “What am I being asked to see and bear?”

Credits and References:
Fiction image by  Ofjd125gk87. Creative Commons.
“My Suffering” by Esther Hizsa, 2023
“Bloomst” by Leuchtturm81 . Creative Commons
“Tree” by Hofheim i. Ufr. on . Used with permission.
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Known

Posted on April 14, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

I am made of the earth
and of its Creator
flesh and spirit
human, divine
impermanent and eternal.

I will die
and before I die
I will have died and risen again
hundreds of times.

On the Saturday
between Good Friday
and Easter Sunday,
I lay awake in the tomb
and contemplated my death.

My body will die
but my spirit will not
and yet, I will need my mind
(which is part of my body)
to know that. 
And when my mind ceases to be,
my knowing of that will also cease.

Then where will I be?

I felt myself
fall
out of my grasp

and found myself

held
in the knowing of Another.

My being doesn’t depend
on my knowing
but on my being known

and I am 
–we all are– 
always
known.

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.
–Colossians 3:3 (NIV)

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Eastertide Reflection 1

I spent Easter Saturday at St. Andrew’s Anglican Church in Langley listening and meditating on the words of Heather Ruce as she reflected on the teachings of Cynthia Bourgeault. Heather invited us into four postures. These are inspiring my Easter season posts.

The first posture is to ground ourselves in two natures–one foot in the ordinary and the other in God’s kingdom, one foot in what we see and the other in what is unseen. We are both flesh and spirit. Living in this duality is challenging. We tend to lean one way or the other. Jesus, in John 15, invites us to abide in both, to find God inside and around us.

We are both the keepers of our days and ones kept by a Love that enlivens us. In Psalm 4:8, David writes, “In peace, I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.” Waking or sleeping, we dwell in God’s love.

Credits and References:
“‘Just right!’ she sighed.” by Steve Corey. Used with permission.
“Faith” (Detail from a window, showing Faith holding the lamp of the Spirit’s illumination by Burne Jones in Buscot parish church in Oxfordshire, England) Photo by Fr Lawrence Lew, O.P.. Used with permission.
“Lovely Feet”  by Amancay Maahs. Used with permission.

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Just as You Promised

Posted on April 8, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

I fell asleep beside you in the tomb
and when I woke up 
you were gone

and not gone.

I looked up, 
and there you were 
looking down at me
and smiling.

“Good morning, my Beloved,”
you said as if
it wasn’t the most famous morning
in the history of the world.

I jumped up 
and hugged you.

 

“Gandalf! I thought you were dead.
But then I thought I was dead myself.
Is everything sad going to come untrue?”
–Samwise Gamgee, Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien

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Credits and References:
“Morning Mood” by Alice Popkorn. Used with permission.
“Klimmende winde” by Sylvia Sassen.Used with permission. 
“Just as You Promised” by Esther Hizsa, 2023.
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May We Love You

Posted on April 2, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

And, now, it is our turn
to remind you of your belovedness, Dear One.

This week, when you need to hear it most,
may we greet you on the road, palms waving.
May we wash your beautiful feet,
savour our last meal,
and feel the sting of being betrayed.
May we hold you in your anguished prayers
and be arrested with you.
May we declare our love
and meet your gaze.
May we wipe your brow,
and carry your cross.

As you have loved us,
may we love you, dear Jesus.

May we see your pain,
hear your cries,
and touch your hands,
your side,
your cheek,

and tell you again,

“You are my Beloved.
I will never leave you or forsake you.
You are mine.”

May we caress your feet
as you breathe your last

and weep

as we shroud
and rock
your lifeless body.

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
–An African-American Spiritual

Credits and References:
“Christ in Gethsemane” by Michael D. O’Brien. Used with permission.
“Crucifixion 2” by Michael D. O’Brien. Used with permission.
“Jesus down from the cross” by Michael D. O’Brien. Used with permission.
Poem “May We Love You” by Esther Hizsa, 2023
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Let Me Tell You Again

Posted on March 31, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

In that light-blinding
mountaintop
moment,
you heard Me say,
“You are My beloved,”
and you believed it.

You held it
close,
felt it
thumping against your chest
all the way
down.

But oh, My love,
here in the valley,
where

the traffic’s jammed with red lights,
you get that look of disappointment,
the day is done and your work isn’t,
your playdate gets cancelled–again,
the dark thoughts return,
it’s all your fault,
your stomach’s upset,
you just can’t sleep,
or see,
or hear,
or remember,

let Me tell you again,

“You are my beloved.
I will never leave you
or forsake you.
You
are   
mine.”

If you would enter
into the wilderness,
do not begin 
without a blessing.

Do not leave
without hearing
who you are:
Beloved …

—Jan Richardson,
“Beloved Is Where We Begin”

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A Lenten Pause

As we continue to claim our belovedness, we have moments when we know it and feel it in our bones. It’s like a glorious homecoming. Then there are other times when we doubt our worth and ask ourselves, as I do sometimes, “Would anyone fall in love or stay in love with me?” The Holy and Loving One hears the sighs of our hearts and invites us to return home to our belovedness again and again.

During Coming Home: An Ignatian Silent Retreat last weekend, we listened to a number of songs that invited us to come home to Love’s embrace. If you would like to listen to them, here is our playlist.

Credits and References:
A person sitting on a mountain top by Wallpaper Flare. Creative Commons.
“Let Me Tell You Again” by Esther Hizsa, 2023.
“Drudgery” by madras91. Used with permission.
“Time” by Cale Woodley Used with permission.
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My Second Podcast Interview

Posted on March 24, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

In this Hints of Gladness podcast, Rod Janz asks me about my new book In the Heart of the Beloved and the Everyday Pilgrim series. It was a fun conversation. I hope you enjoy listening to it.

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In this episode we discuss…

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me
all the days of my life
and I shall dwell in the heart of the Beloved forever.
Amen.
—Psalm 23:6,
Nan C. Merrill,
Psalms for Praying: An Invitation to Wholeness

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A Lenten Pause

As we continue a Lenten practice of claiming our belovedness, how would you answer the following questions?

How have goodness and mercy followed you lately? 

If Rod were to interview you, what story would you share about discovering your belovedness?

Credits and References:
Image of girl with headphones by pxfuel. Creative Commons.
Photo of the book In the Heart of the Beloved by Rod Janz
“Time” by Cale Woodley
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What I Heard Before Falling Asleep

Posted on March 17, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

On the day
my sister ended a Zoom call
with a heartfelt “I love you,”

a directee dried her eyes
and said, “Thank you,”

the warm embrace of a friend
still lingered in my body,

the rain stopped long enough
for me to go for a walk,

Fred picked up my photocopies
and made dinner,

and an email made me smile,

I got into bed 
and, in that undefended moment 
before falling asleep,
an ache whispered
“Would anyone fall in love
with me?”

Then it went to sleep
as if it had said nothing 
at all. 

But I heard it,

and I wait 
to hear it again 
and again
until that ache
doesn’t ache
anymore. 

You prepare a table before me
in the presence of all my fears;
You bless me with oil
and my cup overflows.
–Psalm 23:5
Paraphrased by Nan C. Merrill,
Psalms for Praying: An Invitation to Wholeness

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A Lenten Pause

As we continue a Lenten practice of claiming our belovedness, we create a safe place for our fears to be heard. An ache that is very old and very young may speak. It allows us to listen and sit with it for a while until that old/young part of ourselves knows it will be okay.

An ache may say, “I’m not good enough,” or, “Everything I touch, I ruin,” or, “I’m not that important,” or well, you fill in the blank. We (God and I) don’t have to agree with what my fear is saying; we simply need to hear it and let that old/young part of ourselves be loved and thank it for being brave enough to speak.

Credits and References:
Red Squirrel_7674 by Robert Taylor Used with permission.
“Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun, I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes” (Red Squirrel) by  Joachim Dobler. Used with permission.”
The poem “What I Heard Before Falling Asleep” by Esther Hizsa, 2023
“Time” by Cale Woodley. Used with permission.
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A Blessing for When You’re in the Wilderness

Posted on March 10, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil.
—Matthew 4:1 (NIV)

On the day the Spirit
leads you
into the wilderness,
may you know
it was a Friend
that led you there
and that Friend
hasn’t left your side
for a minute.

On the day,
you would turn those stones
into bread, if you could–
raise the dead,
open blind eyes,
wake up the world,
lift the dark,
end the war–
and you are tempted to despair,
may those stones become
a seat,
a pillow,
an altar.

On the day,
you are visited by
your irrelevance,
aloneness,
powerlessness,
limitations
or longings,
may you be ministered to
by angels.

God, you are my God. I am searching so hard to find you.
Body and soul, I thirst for you in this dry and weary land without water.
—Psalm 63:1 (ERV)

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A Lenten Pause

Every day God is telling us, “You are my beloved child; in you, I am well pleased.” During this season of Lent, I invite you to join me in receiving our belovedness through this Daily Prayer Practice.

“Where is your wilderness?” Bishop John Stephens asked us when he visited St. Stephens on the first Sunday of Lent. We are called beloved and led into a wilderness in which we are hungry, alone and tempted to find an easy way out. Where is your wilderness? How is God loving you there? What “angels” have ministered and encouraged you?

Credits and References:
The Temptation in the Wilderness by Briton Rivière (1898), Public Domain
Poem “A Blessing for When You’re in the Wilderness” by Esther Hizsa, 2023.
“Angel” Mt Hope Cemetery in Rochester, NY by Aaron Schock. Used with permission.
“Time” by Cale Woodley. Used with permission.
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