Moments for Common Nourishment

Anna Blaedel

Breath from the Breeze

Breath from the Breeze

By Rev. Anna Voinovich About a month ago, four clergy friends and I received the exciting news that we’d been chosen for a grant that would financially support us as a covenant group for two years of spiritual growth and renewal. As we planned out our first months’ activities, each of us was to choose a spiritual practice that we would engage daily for a month before we got together for our first retreat. Knowing that I had some traveling that month, I wanted to pick something that didn’t require any special materials and that I could do anywhere, so...

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Anna Blaedel

How we live

How we live

By Rev. Anna Blaedel Toni Morrison wrote, “In too much of our religious and theological thought we only focus on the transcendent—at our own peril. What we must also concentrate on is the immanent dimensions of the holy, for this is where we sit as living, breathing flesh. This is where we live out the drama of our humanness.” Irish poet Pádraig Ó Tuama has been tuning me to the immanent dimensions of the holy as the drama of our humanness rages and unfolds. From his work, two phrases that sing of divinity enfleshed: mo sheasamh ort, lá na choise...

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Anna Blaedel

Fiesta is Resistance

Fiesta is Resistance

By Jonathan Cintrón-Rodz “Fiesta as an act of Resistance” (Rev. Lydia Munoz, MARCHA 2019) How can we sing the songs of God while in a foreign land? -Psalm 137:4 These past few weeks we have opened our newspapers and social media accounts only to see the appalling reality of domestic terrorism, the results of the Manifest Destiny, White Nationalism and White Supremacy that are without any doubt, the false god of this country. Immediately, I found myself turning to the cries in the book of Psalms. A entire community living in exile from their mother land, living in the margins, in...

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Anna Blaedel

Holding each other freely

Holding each other freely

By Rev. Anna BlaedelFor as long as I can remember, my body has loved both wide-open spaces, and cocooned cloisters. My arms (and heart) fling open at the immense panoramic skies of Wyoming, the top of the world feel of Colorado’s continental divide, and glistening city skyscapes from rooftop perches. And, my body longs to curl up and cradle itself in tree forks, and sheet forts, and sand dunes, and cozy tucked away nooks. My embodied being—and I do not think I am alone in this—both longs to feel free and unconstrained, and longs to feel held. In so many...

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