Jun 032014
 

Bunny

There was a freaking bunny here a second ago.

Crawled out of bed at 5 am –  sleepy but hopeful. I just KNEW that today was the day book two was CERTAIN TO COME TOGETHER. It did not come together. In fact, it may have fallen further apart. This is difficult to believe since I only had six words written and three of those words were my name. Writing is hard for me but I have to keep trying because everything else is even harder for me. That is truly my situation.

DEAR ALL THE WISDOM,

WHY WON’T YOU REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME?

LOVE,
G

Also- why doesn’t wisdom ever stick around and take up residence and allow us to keep it and have it forever and build upon it?  Why does wisdom have to come in sudden flashes and then disappear? Why do we learn something true and then forget and then have to relearn the same few truths over and over again every day and month and year and decade forever till we die? It’s like we really only need to know ten true things but we have to keep learning those ten true things fresh and new forever. We are like Dori from Finding Nemo. Being Dori makes spiritual progress difficult.

Wisdom is like the bunny that lives in my front yard. I catch a glimpse of her through my window and I get SO excited and I’m like: “OH MY GOSH! LOOK!!! A BUNNY!  SHE’S RIGHT THERE AND SHE’S LOOKING RIGHT AT ME AND SHE’S SO BEEEEAAAAUUUUAUTIFUL!!!!!! So my kids run over to see and I point- but the bunny is gone already. Nothing but grass in the front yard. And they look at me all sad and annoyed and I’m like, “Huh. That’s weird. I’m pretty sure I saw a bunny. Maybe not, though. Huh.”

That’s wisdom for me. I see and know beauty and truth for just a few moments at a time. Can’t hold onto it.

Maybe the key is just to notice the bunny and be thrilled about the bunny and then describe the bunny as quickly and carefully and precisely as possible and then even after it’s gone – to BELIEVE that you SAW A BUNNY. Even if you have no PROOF. Believe that you saw it. You saw it. For a moment- it was yours. Then you just wait and watch. You keep your eyes open and your heart soft and you prepare yourself to notice and be thrilled by bunnies again.

Weavers’ fingers flying on the loom,
Patterns shift too fast to be discerned.
All these years of thinking
Ended up like this:
In front of all this beauty
Understanding nothing.

– Bruce Cockburn, Understanding Nothing*

 (*Found on the facebook page of one of my heroes…Brian McLaren.)

Jun 012014
 

WBC

Many of you have written to tell me that Westboro Baptist Church is planning to picket Mighty Maya’s funeral. Yes, I know. It’s really something, isn’t it? Last night I sat and talked with Craig about my need to make LOVE WIN in my heart when it comes to WBC. Because the energy that is stirred inside of me every time I hear of them is a powerless rage/sadness/confusion energy-  and it’s unhelpful.  I needed to find a way to convert that unhelpful energy into helpful energy because “powerless” is a lie. I’ve learned that we cannot change the fact that fear will be released into the world again and again- but we DO have the power to convert that fear into love. As it flows into us, we must CHANGE it before we allow it  to flow back out to others. We must interrupt the flow. We have that power. And that’s my favorite kind of conversion –  Fear to Love. So last night I decided that every time WBC appears on my radar- I will immediately log on and donate to GLAAD. Because our job as peacemakers is to write a better story down here. “Westboro Baptist Church Pickets Funerals of Heroes” is a crappy story. “Studies Find That WBC Activity is Directly Related to Huge Increase in Donations to Groups Who Support Gays and Lesbians” is a better story. Fear transformed to Love is the BEST story. That’s power.

And while we worry about Mighty Maya’s celebration, let us also remember that Dr. Angelou spent her entire life creating beauty and strength NOT because bigotry and ignorance and fear stepped out of her way- but because it SURROUNDED her and served as a foil to her acceptance, wisdom and courage. She was more beautiful BECAUSE OF THE NONSENSE. She was a star and the hate was the night sky. It made her more brilliant in contrast. The giants Maya faced down and the dragons she slew put WBC in their proper context. They are not a giant and they are not a dragon. They are an annoying gnat to be repeatedly swatted away. Maya was certainly never afraid of a few bigots holding cardboard signs- and neither should we be. If they come – let them come. Folks like them have always come and always will. That is not what matters. What matters is that they will not win because they do not have truth on their side. Truth is on the side of love, never fear. And so if they come, the Universe will respond appropriately, and Dr. Angelou’s funeral will be her final assertion that Love casts out Fear. She will leave the same way she lived – towering above small minds and hearts – casting shadows upon them as:

Still

She

Rises.

 

 

 

Happy Sunday. INTERRUPT TODAY. Love Wins.
G

May 302014
 

oprah-winfrey-r-laughs-poet-maya-angelou

Like many of you, I felt deeply affected by the loss of Maya Angelou. After she rose, the void left here felt wide and deep. And I mourned the loss of the powerful example of Sisterhood that her friendship with Oprah symbolized to the world. I love Oprah, so I was comforted by the hope that with the world’s weight on her shoulders, she had a woman like Mighty Maya to help her carry it.

I don’t know Oprah in person, but I am a grateful student of hers and have been since a decade before I got sober. I remember – even as a lost, lost drunk – listening to her speak and knowing that the language of love, power, sisterhood, and freedom she spoke was my native tongue. Since Oprah is a person who has discovered the way the world works, she knows how to swim with the current of life. The truth is a strong current and it will carry us – if we surrender to it. I think that surrendering to life’s strongest current- Love – is how Oprah travels so far, so fast, and with such grace, power, and joy.

My favorite way that Oprah swims with the current is by being a true student of life — by soaking up everything beautiful and true and allowing each new discovery to shape her into a more heavenly creature. I often feel less like Oprah is trying to teach me and more like she is allowing me to watch her learn. Every time I watch her eyes light up when encountering a new person or her whole body bolt upright when encountering a new idea I think – that’s it. That is it. That’s what I want. I want her constant state of wonder and gratitude and insatiable curiosity about people and truth – that’s the secret to joy. The secret to joyful success is to live your life wide-eyed and open-handed – ready to receive the gift wrapped inside every person and experience, and then willing to allow everything and everyone new to change you. The secret to joy is being Ready and Willing to be dazzled by life like today is the first and last day you’ve got down here. To live with the zeal of a Beginner. That is what I think they mean when they say: You must become like a child to enter the kingdom of God.

I once saw Oprah tear up at Toni Morrison’s suggestion that the single most loving thing a mother can do is make sure her eyes light up every time her child enters the room. And that’s why Oprah feels like a mother to so many of us. Because her eyes light up when life in ANY form enters her presence. It’s like the whole world is her child and she is lit up by all of us. THAT is how I want to be. When folks talk about Oprah I feel inadequate to explain my feelings and so I usually just say, “Yes. She is wonderful.” That IS what Oprah is – full of wonder. And being wonder-full has nothing to do with wealth or power.  Being wonder-full – being dazzled by life — is something that each of us can choose now, today. Life and all its wonder is the one thing to which everyone with a heartbeat has access. That’s one of many truths that Oprah Winfrey has taught me. And it seems like the more time I spend in her world – the quicker my eyes light up in mine.

I wrote an essay the day after Mighty Maya died and today it is being shared on Huff Post OWN. That’s a very special thing to me. I have thirteen Maya quotes on my desk and one of them says this: “The desire to reach for the stars is ambitious. The desire to reach hearts is wise.” And so my gratitude today is not about reaching stars. It’s about reaching a heart that has changed mine. After thirty years of accepting daily gifts from Oprah – I got the opportunity to return one.

So today I’m quietly celebrating the power and beauty of one woman’s heart being held by another. That is the beauty that Maya and Oprah had and that I have with Sister and that you have with the women you love and trust and march through life with. Today I feel reverence for Sisterhood. And for the power that gratitude has to build bridges between sisters who’ve known each other since birth or who will never meet in this life.

In Closing – LET IT BE KNOWN that today I’m supremely grateful for two things that have saved me again and again throughout my life: Good Women and Good Writing.

Thank God for Both.

Glennon

P.S. Please go here to read the essay I wrote for Oprah and Maya and please love it. Along with gratitude I am also feeling just a touch of holy terror. Sacred and scared are sisters. Thank you and I love you forever.

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