Putting it All Together–Life and Writing

I find myself always searching for ways to integrate all the many parts of my life: my family–those dear grandkids whom I never get enough time with; my writing, ditto, my church sharing group, those ordinary business-y things like grocery shopping and paying the bills, a time for solitude, journaling and prayer. Not necessarily in that order–but all these things and more compete for my energy and attention.

This week I’ve found an answer to my dilemma, a new way of looking at my life and integrating all the parts of it. I’m reading a wonderful book, immersed in the sacred, by Kathy Coffey, In it she talks about what she calls the sacraments of the world–signs and symbols of daily life that point beyond themselves, to something mysterious and holy. In her words, “This world shouts of the sacred.”

And I realize this is what I yearn for in every part of my life, from my writing to my daily small encounters with others, to find meaning, to find the sacredness in all of this. So giving a cup of juice to my two-year-old granddaughter can be a sacred communion. Writing a fiction story about the Flower of Forgiveness connects me with all others who have struggled to let go of a hurt, big or small. Smoothing on my favorite Rose Lotion in the morning is a symbol of the sacred annointing I want to give each person I meet, a tenderness to carry through their day.

I’m excited! As I read more about sacrament and symbol, I’m more and more finding a connecting meaning between each small action of my day, a richness that makes my throat ache.

And now, as I sign off to head out and do some gardening, I look forward even to the weeding of the dandelions–another sacramental sign. I’ll be pondering all those things I want to weed out of my life. I’ll remember this the next time I’m revising a story–weeding out the dandelions, making room for those azaleas and spring pansies instead.


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