I am blogging an excerpt from today's journal on Oct. 13th 2010.
I am writing with the green ink of gladness in celebration of the so far succesful rescue of 27 of the 32 Chilean miners and one Bolivian who have been trapped for 69 days 2000 ft. deep in the earth. The event has drawn over 2000 journalists from all over the world and millions of people are following the progress of the rescue.We live with so much bad news and tragedy that it is a joy to witness something so positive, so revealing of the endurance of the human spirit and the power of love.
The effort made by so many - from the engineers who conceived of the rescue plan to the drillers who carried it out, the designers of the rescue capsule, the medical people, the President of the country and the support of the government - all of it has been amazing.
I just by luck last night turned to CNN just as the first miner was coming to the surface. Most memeorable for me was the face of his 7 year old son - sobbing uncontrollably in an agony of pain and joy.
The N.Y. Times is giving an hour by hour feed on Facebook on the progress of the rescue. I read a lot of it this a.m. Impressive is the fact that there are so many expressions of gratitude from the rescued men. No one is coming out of the capsule with self centered complaints. To be confined 2000 ft. underground for 17 days with no contact with the outside world - no idea if they would die there and then after contact to have to remain there for another 52 days. Such a tribute to the human spirit, to the appreciation of the strength of community which is the need to work together. And now to see them emerging from the darkness to the light is so redemptive. The lost being found. Amazing grace.
I am having a sort of retreat week. I feel very inner focused and going forth has no appeal. As anxiety and constriction began to manifest this morning I decided to look beneath it and to face what it was a substitute for. What I experienced was that deep searing grief that I have for the "lost". In the relative level of life grief for how easily Jordan disposed of me. But this quickly morphed into the pain of how lost he is. And this connected me to the grief of my own lostness and the lostness of others - the pain, the agony that St. Teresa refers to when we realize that we are not living the life we live - we are not home. I allowed myself to be present to that agony. And today it has been balanced by the joy of the redeemed miners. Here is LOVE coming back for everything. Somewhere Silence is speaking. Gracias!!! Gracias!!! Gracias!!!
I am writing with the green ink of gladness in celebration of the so far succesful rescue of 27 of the 32 Chilean miners and one Bolivian who have been trapped for 69 days 2000 ft. deep in the earth. The event has drawn over 2000 journalists from all over the world and millions of people are following the progress of the rescue.We live with so much bad news and tragedy that it is a joy to witness something so positive, so revealing of the endurance of the human spirit and the power of love.
The effort made by so many - from the engineers who conceived of the rescue plan to the drillers who carried it out, the designers of the rescue capsule, the medical people, the President of the country and the support of the government - all of it has been amazing.
I just by luck last night turned to CNN just as the first miner was coming to the surface. Most memeorable for me was the face of his 7 year old son - sobbing uncontrollably in an agony of pain and joy.
The N.Y. Times is giving an hour by hour feed on Facebook on the progress of the rescue. I read a lot of it this a.m. Impressive is the fact that there are so many expressions of gratitude from the rescued men. No one is coming out of the capsule with self centered complaints. To be confined 2000 ft. underground for 17 days with no contact with the outside world - no idea if they would die there and then after contact to have to remain there for another 52 days. Such a tribute to the human spirit, to the appreciation of the strength of community which is the need to work together. And now to see them emerging from the darkness to the light is so redemptive. The lost being found. Amazing grace.
I am having a sort of retreat week. I feel very inner focused and going forth has no appeal. As anxiety and constriction began to manifest this morning I decided to look beneath it and to face what it was a substitute for. What I experienced was that deep searing grief that I have for the "lost". In the relative level of life grief for how easily Jordan disposed of me. But this quickly morphed into the pain of how lost he is. And this connected me to the grief of my own lostness and the lostness of others - the pain, the agony that St. Teresa refers to when we realize that we are not living the life we live - we are not home. I allowed myself to be present to that agony. And today it has been balanced by the joy of the redeemed miners. Here is LOVE coming back for everything. Somewhere Silence is speaking. Gracias!!! Gracias!!! Gracias!!!
Mum-Thank-you so much for sharing yourself in this way. I too can relate to the grief and the joy! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI too appreciate and celebrate that the "lost" have been found...there is so much in the word "thank you...gracias." Well "Gracias" to you for sharing this post, yourself and your thoughts. There is much love for us here...
ReplyDeletexo,
Mary