04/10/2025
Today we would like to offer you all a poem and reflection by the author of The Second Cup as a guided meditation for you today. Here is a snippet of the whole essay and poem. The full version will be linked in our stories and available below. Here are her words for you …
Lately, I’ve been entertaining a crazy thought: What if we can live in a way that is pain-accepting? And I’m not talking about in a defeated kind of way, but rather in a even-you-have-your-beauty, come-on-now, we’re-not-afraid-of-your-rough-edges kind of way. Like a bully who you’ve discovered is just an insecure softie, and-because of this-you can learn to forgive their cruelty, and to see humanity twinkling even in their eyes. Despite yourself, you might find there’s even something to be liked about them-though to be sure, it takes a little extra curiosity and patience and innovation to draw it out.
Pain has always felt angular and unforgiving and awful to me. Dreadful. Worthy of dread. Ready to slash soft flesh and leave brutality in its wake. But
—could pain (and suffering) usher in its own kind of softness? Could it be like the folds of a billowing blanket in the sun, caressing us in a dance with a partner that we’d never have chosen and yet-it makes our bodies move in ways we never imagined and opens our eyes to perspectives we’d never have seen? What if pain is all brutish and rough on the outside but with something of value within, an unexpected dazzling bit of crystal trapped in grey stone? It is hard work to extract it, there’s not denying that. Though we’d rather tumble through cheerful tide pools of joy any day, what reward is to be found in the curious chipping away of flint?
- Deidre Braley
Read the rest here:
https://substack.com//note/c-107667758?r=1vy91e&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action
Grace and Peace
Matt Nash
Resident Spiritual Director
Resurrection OB