GRATEFUL FOR ONE THING

GRATEFUL FOR ONE THING (art by Hallelujah Truth)

ALL TIME. This TIME. Before this TIME. I am grateful for everything large and small, simple and complex, challenging and easeful. I AM GRATEFUL FOR MY TIME here on this planet.

Even though here in Atlanta, Georgia, spring is slow to emerge (morning temperatures are in the 40’s!), the oak tree hanging over our patio is dripping pollen on the route from our door out to the parking lot and world beyond. The long-eared hostas lining the path in light and dark greens streaked with yellow are unfurling, some more exuberantly than others. There is a light floral fragrance perfuming the brick walls and gate. I am reminded of the saying “Time waits for no one.” In this case, it is nature. Nature is not waiting for warming temperatures to do its thing!

Neither should I! However…

TIME

and NATURE

between

my outer world 

and my inner world,

I am experiencing a 

WALL…

LEAVING DREAMING. ALL TIME. This TIME. Before this TIME. I am grateful for everything large and small, simple and complex, challenging and easeful. I AM GRATEFUL FOR MY TIME here on this planet. The blue box that the figure on the right is immersed in represents my WALL. Hallelujah Truth (me) is on the bottom left. She is "dreaming" of the leaves unfurling - the growth beyond the gate. (art by Hallelujah Truth)

My art work posted here (four days in progress), shows my morning reflections on this topic beginning this past Sunday before I went to Dance Church at Decatur Ballet, where we community members move in whatever ways our bodies call us to move. This art work has continued to dance forward each morning in the wee hours before I begin crafting the language lessons I teach to international visitors at GT.

I let my artwork speak to me. I lean in and listen to the imageas as I make a line or color one of them. I lead with my subconscious, my morning waking mind, staying positive, knowing that there is wisdom in this kind of unedited conversation with myself – my inner world.

AT THE WALL

It is in these conversations that my “inner” world and my “outer” world meet at a WALL. For a year or longer, I have felt an inner yearning to learn a new language, walk through a new door, embrace another. However, I keep bumping into a WALL or WALLs.

ROAR

This morning, I am realizing that this boundary between the old and the unvisited or new is the “one” thing I might be grateful for. My WALL is an offering to the progression of my wholeness. There it is – a WALL signpost in my pilgrim’s journey. Hallelujah! 

Hallelujah for the poem “Start Here” by Steve Garnaas-Holmes that was offered to me by Nancy Pfaltzgraf on the online Monday dance chapel. It is through gratitude that our lives are illuminated with ease and grace. And we do not need to be grateful for everything. One small thing will do.

Start Here

Those mornings when you wake up burdened,
already thinking Oh why bother,
start here:

thank God for one thing.

One person whom you love will do,
though even a remarkable coincidence is acceptable.
You don't even need to go into peaches,
the color blue, or migratory birds,
or a child's laugh you heard the other day,
let alone the angelic speech of nerve synapses
or the inscrutable ballet of spiral galaxies,
or God's outlandish love for you. 

Just one thing to give thanks for.

Then resolve to live the day
in adequate gratitude for that one thing,

and begin. 

-Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Right now, as I stare TIME in the face and feel the WALL in my body and see it expressed in my image, I am GRATEFUL. Perhaps by being GRATEFUL for this one thing – this WALL -, I too am experiencing the grace of being that begins transformation.

My husband has filled his thermos with coffee, donned his jacket, and kissed me on the cheek before heading out the door and out into the yellow skies swirling with pollen. As I follow him today and go through the gates of the wall that surround our courtyard, I will dance and hum gratitude for the WALL.

That’s Coffee with Hallelujah! Are you making time for your creativity? What one small thing are you grateful for today? Will you join me in creating grace one step at a time from the mundane to the mysterious?

THE MYSTERY

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Thanks to Nancy Pfaltzgraf for this poem on gratitude by Steve Garnaas-Holmes. Deep gratitude to Cynthia Winton-Henry for creating the online Dance Chapel on Monday nights. 

MAPPING COMPASSION: The Further You Go

MAPPING COMPASSION. Mercy, there have been revelations. 
Grace, there has been realization. (Art by Hallelujah Truth)

Hallelujah for ME. Yes, there, I said it! I am celebrating MYSELF! Yay ME! 

Before I named myself Hallelujah Truth, I was given the name RUTH by my parents. This name RUTH has meaning: COMPASSION, BIG-HEARTEDNESS, HUMANITY…well you get the picture. RUTH is something we want in our lives not only for how we treat others, but also for how we treat ourselves.

Was it about 9 years ago that I expanded my name from RUTH to TRUTH to HALLELUJAH TRUTH? I’m smiling at how fast time travels. The handle “Hallelujah Truth” has served me well during the decade of my 50’s. Such an exuberant name has given me permission to praise everything I have encountered loudly and joyfully and expansively. I have learned the practice of creating grace employing my imagination and focusing on the GOOD.

Now, I’m preparing for the next decade in my life, and I’m “dancing” with who I am, what I’ve become, and where I’m headed next. I am experiencing a longing for a deeper listening, a leaning into, and a need to summon a high kind of seriousness born of love, tolerance, and patience. 

I began this blog, “Coffee with Hallelujah,” in order to hear my VOICE because at the time, it was just a squeak. I had suffered from a writer’s block for 20 years, and I longed to regain the verbal poetry beyond that of my visual art. Those of you who have become acquainted with me over the 9 years of my blogging might be surprised to learn that I still am not speaking the language of self I was born to speak. I have this niggling feeling of hunger, disconnection, an unsung song….

Last night, Cynthia Winton-Henry during online dance chapel had us dance with the concept of mercy – also a form of compassion, a form of me –RUTH. She offered us this poem by Andrew Colliver.

THE FURTHER YOU GO

Mercy, there have been revelations. 

Grace, there has been realization. 

Still, you must

travel the path of time and circumstance.

The further you go, the more it comes back to paying attention. 

The rough skin of the tallowwood, the trade routes of lorikeets, a sky lifting 

behind afternoon clouds. Staying close to 

the texture of things.

People can go before you and talk all they want, 

but only one thing makes sense: the way the world enters

and finds its voice in you: the place you are free.

-Andrew Colliver

AT THE END OF THE FIFTIES. Still, you must
travel the path of time and circumstance. (Art by Hallelujah Truth)

The image, “Mapping Compassion,” that I have created today exists in two forms. One is the image of me, Hallelujah Truth, without a heart, without compassion, without RUTH. I observe a seriousness, one I want to enter to find my voice, and thus be set free.

The second image shows an added image of my growing heart, which was cut out from wrapping paper with a map design. This image, “Mapping Compassion,” is still in process and emerging from contemplation through drawing and movement. As I continue to gather the years and prepare to move into the decade of my sixties, I have the intention of graduating into my RUTH VOICE. Yes, I will still be Hallelujah, and RUTH is inside of the TRUTH. However, I want to trust in my RUTHNESS.

How wonderful that I am holding RUTH as the voice of COMPASSION, BIG-HEARTEDNESS, and, yes, MERCY. This compassionate journey of self surely connects me with you and the rest of the world.

MAPPING COMPASSION. People can go before you and talk all they want, 

but only one thing makes sense: the way the world enters

and finds its voice in you: the place you are free. (Art by Hallelujah Truth)

The further you go, the more it comes back to paying attention! Oh yes! Yes to the journey. 

I have just three things to teach:

Simplicity, patience, compassion.

These are your greatest treasures. 

Compassionate toward yourself,

You reconcile all beings in the world. 

-Lao-Tzu

That’s Coffee with Hallelujah. Soul Blog with me about your ideas of compassion, self, and your name. 

FEAST: Savoring it!

ALL DAY OUR HANDS OUR JOYFUL as they prepare the meal to come. (art by Hallelujah Truth)

Hallelujah for the FEAST! The word "feast" is my word for 2018, and I felt a deep satisfaction at the most recent Cynthia Winton-Henry's online dance chapel when Cynthia offered me the word "feast" in the poem by Rosemerry Trommer. As we moved, we contemplated its words and images. I have been honoring it all week as I moved into the Easter/Passover weekend.


Here is the poem: 

Grace

Though the world is dented and dinged

and scuffed and scorned,

we trim the beans and peel the potatoes,

and the kitchen is warm and full

of laughter. We hum as we work

and break into scraps of song.

All day our hands are joyful

as they prepare the meal to come.

There are wars and battles even now,

not all of them fought with guns,

some waged intimately in our thoughts,

our scraped up hearts. And still,

this scent of apple pie, sweetening

as it bakes, this inner insistence

that love is not only possible,

it is every bit as real as our fear.

Whether the host has brought

out his best wine and his best crystal glasses

or water in chipped clay cups,

there is every reason

to be generous, to serve not only

our family, our friends, ourselves,

but also those we don’t yet know how to love

and those parts of ourselves we

have tried to keep separate.

Tonight the host has hidden bait

in the dinner—we all are caught.

Scent of sage, scent of mushrooms

and cream. The bite of cranberry.

Never mind the potatoes cooked too long.

Blessings seep into all the imperfect places,

even if you can’t name the blessings—

consider them secret ingredients.

The point is not to understand the feast,

but to eat, to eat it together.

-Rosemerry Trommer

...there is every reason

to be generous, to serve not only

our family, our friends, ourselves,

but also those we don’t yet know how to love

and those parts of ourselves we 
have tried to keep separate... (art by Hallelujah Truth)

I have been moving with the redemptive idea of loving all of myself, peeking through the fear, anxiety, and sometime depression to find and hold the love,  joy, and talents that are perpetually present along side those less positive feelings.

I am beginning to understand that if I can truly witness the parts of myself that are good and whole, I will not linger on the forces that tear me apart. All are present - ingredients in the soup. 

Better yet? 

With this keen practice of finding the good in my messy soup, I can better learn to locate and be present to the good in all of those surrounding me - friend and stranger alike. The community soup of love - a VERTIABLE FEAST of love in presence of that which also destroys us. 

Which do you choose? The having of the good? Savoring that good with others? Or letting those less taste-worthy ingredients to spoil your/our soup? 

I am practicing choosing the FEAST of good flavors and ingredients, knowing the other is present but not allowing it to prevent the nurturing presence of the good.

That's Coffee with Hallelujah! Soul blog with me about what you are feasting on this week. Are you taking time to savor your feast with all of your senses?

FEAST: Savoring it! (art by Hallelujah Truth)