Llamó, un claro día,.. el viento. – Antonio Machado
I am not sure what it was, but like Machado says, “one brilliant day the wind called.”
And so on Reformation Sunday 2012, an online community called CASA was birthed on this Facebook page. And here we are, one year later. And if you took the time to scroll down you will find all the prayers that graced our moments this last year.
Maybe it was the wind or perhaps just a wild geese call, but it is here that I learned most deeply the social consequences of prayer in a community where we are able to speak truth to each other in a way that my truth does not deny yours, where we are able to practice kindness and lament and solidarity and seek a Spirit of healing together.
Mary Oliver’s words ring true . A year later, we have found our place following the Way of Jesus “in the family of things”.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.– “Wild Geese,” by Mary Oliver from New & Selected Poems (Harcourt Brace).
