A VISITATION FROM LA MUSE INSOMNIAQUE

By Lisa Huddleston

 

As frequently happens when one becomes of a certain age, I awoke at precisely 2:13 a.m. to find my mind at work and my body unable to rest. I tried meditational breathing, prayer, anchoring thoughts, but all to no avail. And then, as so often is the case, my mind began to write. Here are my offerings to La Muse Insomniaque:

 

 

imagesUNDOING ME

 

Is it possible to unweave this tight cocoon I have so protectively wrapped around myself,

To unspin the trap I have spun,

To carefully tease and pull apart each tensile strand of mirage,

To untangle who I am from whom I have pretended to be,

To awkwardly stretch cramped and aching wings,

To finally inhabit the spacious place into which I have been placed;

Is it possible to undo me?

 

 

And thinking she was finished with her assault, I closed my eyes to rest. But I still could not sleep, and soon discovered she had more to say on the subject (with humble apologies to Oliver Wendell Holmes and E.M. Forster):

 

 

images-2A SPACIOUS PLACE

 

From womb to tomb

The raw fear of hope

Wraps me into smaller, tighter spaces

But my soul and I need more stately mansions in which to dwell

Higher ceilings against which to butt our hard heads

Finally to break through

To a room with a view and

The space in which to stretch our wings

 

 

Finally, I slept. And, yes, I will need a nap.

“THE SKY IS FALLING,” AT LEAST I THINK SO

Doctor and chicken farmer!

Doctor and chicken farmer!

by Lisa Huddleston

The chicks, or “peeps” as Chuck likes to call them, are here. Twelve little beauties that we hope are mainly girls, but only time will tell. Right now they all look roughly similar in size, but their colors and personalities are already evidence of their coming differences. It’s hilarious to watch them run around examining everything they can get their beaks on–including one another. We noticed one is especially bossy and often runs right over the backs of the others. Another one is the loudest, constantly “peeping” her (or hopefully not his) little head off in either delight or complaint, “The sky is falling!” It all sounds about the same to us right now.

Not too surprisingly, I have already made connections between my little flock and my #LentChallenge reading. 1 Corinthians 12 tells us much about the variety found in the body of Christ. Each of us gifted in different ways but all for the glory of the same God.

God’s various gifts are handed out everywhere; but they all originate in God’s Spirit. God’s various ministries are carried out everywhere; but they all originate in God’s Spirit. God’s various expressions of power are in action everywhere; but God himself is behind it all. Each person is given something to do that shows who God is: Everyone gets in on it, everyone benefits. All kinds of things are handed out by the Spirit, and to all kinds of people! … He decides who gets what, and when. (12:4-11)

Really into her food--I can relate!

Really into her food–I can relate!

Some of the peeps’ traits are already on full display; others will show up as they mature. Likewise, some of us are currently fully displaying the gifts God has given us through his Spirit, and God is receiving all the glory; others of us have yet to discover and/or take the steps to reveal our true colors. Truly God decides what and when! But it is our responsibility to be true to who we are, to be what he has gifted us to be: wise counselors, compassionate healers, proclaimers of truth, clear-sighted visionaries, confident teachers, and so on. Just like the peeps, we need to give less thought to what we should be and more action to who we really are.

Peep!