The past three days I’ve been causing a ruckus.
A sacred ruckus. At Old Mission Santa Barbara church.
Holy Thursday. Good Friday. Saturday Evening Vigil.
Three days of experiencing the mystery of faith, without needing to solve or figure anything out. Three days to just experience rituals, beauty, music, chants, prayers, and most importantly, solitude juxtaposed with community.
It’s now almost midnight on Saturday. I am too tuckered to write a new piece, so I am sharing my Instagram posts from this past holy week. They portray my experience, where I found by surrendering my old daily schedule, I created a new adventure that restored my faith and reignited my creative spark.
Palm Sunday cross. Irish ancestral painting.
In our solitude, we often find holy communion, as well as random grace.
THIS is the holy juxtaposition I've been experiencing all week through little, random, sacred moments. Like how Holy Week is full of sacraments, retrogrades and tax returns. Palm fronds, sacred oils, full moons, and colored eggs. Priests, Astrologists, Rabbis, and CPAs.
As John Prine wrote, "it's a big ole goofy world", this communion of saints and sinners, and apostles and renegades. Thankful for Divine grace, Jesus love, and Holy Spirit camaraderie.
Good Friday. Rugged cross. Smiling Jesus.
My Dad carved this cross when he was a young boy. Jesus on the cross through the eyes of a child. The crown of thorns. Nail marks. And a smile. A smile. Not the typical crucifixion emotion or mood of Good Friday. And yet, maybe it is, through the eyes of a child who sees Jesus as a trusted, faithful, and loving friend.
This cross reminds me of sacred innocence. And holy gifts of Hope. Grace. Love. Perhaps this is the mystery of a life lived as Christ. To keep smiling, knowing Divine love and resurrection always dawns and dispels hate and darkness.
Easter tombs. Mystery wombs.
Love conspires. Vigil fires.
Comfort shakened. Hearts awakened.
Sacred beads. Glory leads.
Triduum pause. Blessed cause.
Life & death. Sacred breath.
Hope venerated. Faith consecrated.
Solemn veneration. Joyful celebration. .
Moments cocooned in mystery and faith
always give birth to new life and beauty.
This Easter, may you be cocooned in mystery, grace, and love. And may you rise to mystery’s invitation to manifest and share your unique gifts with the world. Gifts which bring you great joy. Gifts which bring light and love to others.
Happy Easter & BIG hugs,