prayer and neurosis.

old church, u.p.michigan ~ canon xti
when i was young, i used to pray that
"everyone in the whole wide world would be happy and safe and okay."
but as much as i prayed, it didnt happen.
i thought if i pressed my hands together REALLY hard, that this would make my prayers have more power.
i also thought if i looked up to the sky, my prayers would stand a better chance because i was maintaining eye contact with God.
i then came up with the idea that if i said Jesus's name over and over and over again, God would surely pay attention to me. Like the kid in the classroom who keeps saying "pick me! pick me! pick me! pick me!" he eventually gets picked , if not just to shut him up.
but still, my prayer was not answered.
i memorized The Lord's Prayer even though i didnt really understand it and was confused why i was asking forgiveness for trespassing when i had never hopped the fence that had the sign on it...but i figured this prayer had to be the key to getting my prayers answered.
still ~ people were unhappy, bad things were happening in the world, and clearly, a lot of things were not okay.
when i heard the story about the devil, and how he got into a fight with God and got the boot out of heaven because he was so mean, and that the devil was the reason for all evil in the world ~ i thought i really figured things out.
from that day on, i prayed for the devil, thinking if he patched things up with God, everything would go back to being perfect and peaceful.
when i told my sunday school teacher how i was praying for the devil, i must have said i was praying "TO" the devil because she looked at me with horror, and said i was NEVER EVER to do that and if i did, the devil would capture my soul and take it away to hell.
i remember putting my pillow over my head at night so Satan wouldn't see my head and find my soul.
my quest for world peace turned me into a neurotic mess.
i still pray.
i still believe it does something good, somehow, somewhere.
and these days, i can truly ask to be forgiven for the trespasses of my trespassing, because i have certainly hopped more than a few fences in my adult life.
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January 19, 2010
West and Midwest....Where we cozy down...

Jen-Midwest's spot and Stef-West's spot....
Me - "My business happens to involve A LOT of noise. The best kind of noise
though ~ 46 kids laughing, singing, dancing, and lots of really loud
music..... But when I come home, I often need to be in total silence...
And this is where I like to land. This couch is the ultimate in
cozy-softness, and the view out the window there is of the horses and the
surrounding fields. It's one of my favorite spots in the house."
Stef~ When I want to relax, get away from all the toys, the noise, the every day life...I retreat to my bedroom and sink into my bed with a good book, a magazine, my journal, or I just lay there and look out the windows at the world. The best time is early afternoon when the sun is shining in and I lay there like a cat, soaking it up.
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January 10, 2010
Im just saying...
SQUAM ART WORKSHOPS 2010
(this is your year.....)
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January 07, 2010
Jen Lee.

I met Jen Lee a few years back at a retreat, and since then, she has become a very close companion of mine. We seem to have an understanding that runs deep and I value her friendship.
Jen Lee will be offering classes at The Squam Art Workshops this year, and what a gift that is for those of us attending. You can find her teaching at three of the 5 sessions! YaY!
(Jen Lee has a heart is like a treasure chest found deep beneath the sea
and the stories she carries inside are like the golden coins....)
One of the first poems I read of Jen's was a piece called "Don't Write." It is still one of my favorites and has really encouraged me to be brave when I hold the pen....
"Don’t write.
It’s too powerful.
It might tell someone how
you feel. How you hurt.
What you don’t understand.
Don’t write.
It’s too powerful.
It will show who you are
on the inside to the outside.
It’ll blow your cover,
your nice reputation.
Don’t write.
It’s too powerful.
You might hurt someone’s feelings.
People may not like your words.
They may attack you, or abandon you.
Don’t write
It’s too powerful.
It might give others hope.
Let them know
they’re not alone.
It might change minds.
Change directions.
Change the world.
So, whatever you do,
don’t write."
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January 05, 2010
SQUAM ART WORKSHOPS 2010

Elizabeth has been busy stirring up BOOMBASTICLY GOOD THINGS over at S.A.W...
Take a peek and find your place!
Thank you Elizabeth for providing so much beauty, fun, and magic for all of us!
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