Blogging is a Moving Meditation.

BLOGGING as a MOVING MEDITATION: Liminality's thin passage untangles as it weaves, fits in the ineffable nooks and crannies of my heart's prayer wall, like the cracks in pavement, mile markers on the road, windblown whimsical napkin poems written in eyeliner.

Tuesday, December 08, 2015

Debra Jones Spiritual Retreat in Sinai (with "Landslide" by Stevie Nicks)

This is my friend Debbie Jones; whom i adore as well.

You go WOMAN!  Always defying the naysayers,  always reaching, always stretching, always giving,  always loving, always sharing the Love of Abba wherever she moves!   Love you my dear friend.

So glad to be able to share this. Praying lovingly, steadfast and fervently! xo

Monday, December 07, 2015

"I Have Made You Known"- Lee O'Hare

Thanks Lee O'Hare for "bring'in it".  

Sit, soak and be marinaded in the love of Abba.

Friday, September 11, 2015

Jones are on mission.

Gotta love when you read in your Facebook Feed:

So this might be the dumbest thing we ever did or the most awesome thing we ever did. We just arrived in Budapest, Hungary were we found a place to park the truck and camp out. We are a team of 16 crazy volunteers who want to help out with the Syrian refugee crisis. We want to feed them but have no money so . . . . tomorrow we will do some serious dumpster diving, take all the food to the Serbian/Hungarian border where all the riots are happening, and host a party - free food for the refugees!!!! Yeah!!! Maybe we will stay longer and keep doing it? Let you know how we get on.-- ANDREW JONES

Hopefully, this link will work and if you feel it in you to give, it's much appreciated.  Thanks ahead of time. 

Tuesday, September 08, 2015

The Jones Family - a peek in the window.

The one thing i appreciate the most traveling with these friends is their raw authenticity.  

Here's a peek in the window as to the " what, why, how," with the occasional "when and where" of it.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel - Enya

My favorite advent hymn.  Have a blessed Christmas beloved.  I'm planning a hidden one.  Not feeling festive, more so the longing that Jesus would come back.

Shalom and Ahava this Christmas.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Awake My Soul.wmv

Sitting with this and soaking a bit.  Put it on full screen if you are able.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Pioneer vs Settler. Brennan Manning - Unsettling The Settlers

"The term Charismatic renewal will fall into disuse because the pioneer people of god will be plunged into charismatic revolution."   Brennan Manning 

God i love juxtapositions, contrasts, textures,  paradox and parable.

Brennan Manning teaching style can be challenging. 

He can be really "dry" in tone, much like many of the older Catholic Priests in the North East. 

(i used to call it the drone monotone when i went to Mass in NJ. Those who ever met Father Henry at Sacred Heart Church in Bloomfield, NJ, surely know of which i speak)

He gets "mad" and "passionate" about "legalism" in a way that makes me want to "cheer."

I'm sure he and Rich Mullins are having a pint in heaven's bar.  

I love his "Pioneer Spirit Theology".  

"It bears the marks of life and movement."


Tuesday, August 26, 2014


I was recently informed that i have “an exceptionally diverse group of friends.”  I grinned and nodded knowingly, as the tone was more of a question rather than a statement. 

I would agree whole heartedly and also add, if they all were at the communion table, there would be amazing bread (gluten free too), beer, wine, grape juice, water and some seriously good whisky to go along with the food fight.

I also like salt on my food and that’s partially why i have a “diverse” group of Crazy & Sane, Artisans, Nerds, Atheists, Agnostics, Bi- Tri and a few Squares, Gay, Sad, Happy, Cynical, Ambivalent, Zealots, Neo+++, Musicians, Mystics, Misfits, Out-law and In-Lawed friends. (Lawed is how you say LORD with a North East accent).

Though I love the flavor of Bagels, Lox, Cream Cheese, Capers, Onion, Tomato and a sprinkle of fresh Dill, it would get incredibly boring everyday.

However, for the daily PB&J people, that cut off the crusts, this can be quite disconcerting.  

That was Peanut Butter and Jelly for those of you that thought it might be another acronym added to the LGBTQ.  

I guess what i’m pondering, is this "fear" of other" types or sects of Christians; that masks itself as "discernment" and causes us to distance ourselves from others in the Body of Christ.

It strikes against Jesus's prayer in John 17:21, "that they may all be one, just as you, Father, are in me, and I in you, that they also may be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me."   

 There seems to be, particular to western Christendom, a “Sect-Xenophobia” of sorts.  I felt it at the Wild Goose, 2014, a bit more so this year than the previous. Perhaps because there were more schools representing.  It was the micro of the macro view on things, but it stirred up my awareness, as i attempted to answer the proverbial "what church do you go to" question. 

Some might call it a Pharisaical spirit. I think it’s a bit more primal than that.  It’s almost like passing a litmus test but more kin to “K-9 Tukus Sniffing”.  

(Think Scratch & Sniff on church name tags)

My sense is that it is increasing as the fear in the world is increasing.  Religious and Race wars plastered across TV & computer screens causing a hyper-vigilance of soul that exacerbates the fight or flight response. 
Like other creatures, humans can smell fear.  There are studies on the “fear pheromone” that is released through sweat during intense stress. Some studies have linked it with group hysteria in triggering an eruption.  

(THAT would explain more than a few things.) 

How do we shift the atmosphere when we come together as the bigger Body of Christ?

It got me thinking about what happens when a group of Jesus lovers, with the primary intention of LOVING THE OTHER, enter the room.  Can we smell of incense so intoxicating people are overcome with such love it causes fear to flee?

What does LOVE smell like?  Warm bread and wine?  The Spikenard of a future poured out on Jesus’s feet?  Frankincense for wounds and Myrrh for scars? 
Does Peace smell like a duvet, fresh off the line on a spring day?  

If there are pheromones for fear and love, is there a Jesus Pheromone?

Can the fragrance from Balm of Gilead calm the inflammation of fear that is causing the disunity?

I think so.

2 Corinthians 2:14-15
But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place. For we are a fragrance of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing.

 John 13:35-
“By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”

I’d like to be the fragrance of Christ instead of smelling of the other religious stuff that is being shoveled. 

Should their be a "scratch and sniff" on this blog?

Even so come Lord Jesus. 

FYI-Nerd Alert: 
According to the United States Department of Agriculture:   "The buds of Balm of Gilead are large, brown, resinous and strong-smelling.  The bark of young trees varies from cinnamon brown to green, turning gray and deeply ridged as it ages." 
"Resin from the buds is antibacterial, antifungal, and mildly analgesic.  Balm of Gilead resin is an ingredient in cough syrups and first-aid salves, used to heal small wounds, cuts, and scrapes."


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Wild Goose 2014 Festival

Found myself wandering around the Appalachian Trail listening to the squawking of a Wild Goose.  

Thank you to all that made that happen! 

That list is unscrupulously long and highly distinguished and you can mostly find them on the Isle of Misfit’s with the most brilliant of toys! 

The intentionality of the Goose is much more than the sum of it’s presenters, vendors and performers.  

It has the sense of a “home coming” of sorts.  A “Next Year in Jerusalem” moving meditation for diasporic faith. 
Where our desire for unity and being known in the greater cloud of witnesses dare to surface.  The desire to be loved in our difference as much as we are loved in our likeness.  The desire to sip from the cup of communion without hesitation of judgement or shame.  The desire to honour our relationships physically, emotionally and spiritually.  

These are the reasons why i came to Wild Goose.  

Festival Midrash Meditations & Muse:

The journey towards the Goose was seemingly filled with emotional trip wire and i wasn’t quite sure i was gonna make it this year.  Oh, it’s always a risk, isn’t it?  Whilst in the process of allowing yourself to be “seen”;  hyper-sensitivities & trauma triggers abounding. 

When i say “home-coming” i’m also inclusively implying that sometimes prodigals are greeted with the “older-brother’s” opinions rather than the unconditional love of Abba. 

I found myself wondering the implications of that whilst listening to some of Teresa Pasquale’s tent-focus of “Sacred Wounds”.   Her salient thoughts on healing spiritual trauma are keenly needed. 

Whenever or wherever there is  “Festival” of sorts, there is always some level of unknown emotional risks factors that are going to challenge our spiritual barometer to love.   That is always the High Wire Act.  It’s easy to love when the wind conditions are right;  with buffers and bolsters in place. 

Are we going to risk the trauma trip wire ? 

A Festival is far from a sterile environment so things are gonna get messy.   

Perfectionistic, idealistic and utopia biases collide with mud slides, porta- potties,  rainy deluge and random bits, bobs & bolts of lightning.  Some of the “discussions” around the tents were a bit blustery to go along with the wind.  Thank G-d for the “Beer” & the “Carnival de Resistance” TENTS,  as they were communion in many situations!

There was tension on the tent poles and there is need of those stressors to keep the conversations going.  How we struggle or relax into that tension is primarily how we are going to flesh out those areas where we really don’t know how to love well, or in some areas, love at all.  

In retrospect i wish i had some super-power time machine ability to get to hear some of the tent-talks that i missed.  

I’m thinking of Katherine Wilson’s  “The Dark Side of Community” -  

“What leads us to hate and fear those who are different than us? How can we build strong communities without alienating people at or beyond the borders of our group? What’s at the heart of the matter when we use polarizing “us/them” talk? Listen as Katherine Wilson shares about the ways traditional community-building often leads directly to mass violence. Based on her work in genocide prevention and reconciliation, she proposes a radical re-envisioning of the way we think about community – one that would allow us to draw those people into our circle who might otherwise most threaten our identity.”   

That’s a Big Conversation that is so worth having!

I surely had a good excuse for missing that one, as it was happening simultaneously as Homebrewed Christianity & Beer-n-Hymns.  Which is where you will find this Whiskatarian Mystic most days spiritually.  Perhaps formulating my own band, law firm or developing a new trinitarian theology, “Spark, Snark & Song.”

I was challenged to keep my own list of “buzz” words to a minimum.  

However, i cannot hold my tongue any longer on one pet phrase that i’ve heard far too much about.  

Stating an ethos as intentionality is one thing; however the phrase, “Intentional Community” drives me bat-$#!t crazy.

IF there is Community, by its very INCARNATE DNA, it IS intentional.  
If the redundancy of the phrase actually helped in the day to day Ministry of the Mundane, i think i could deal with it. Rather,  it is a un-intentional/accidental  reminder as to what we are NOT doing.  End Kvetch.

The Wild Goose is in it’s 4th year and it feels like it.  
Anything at 4 years old is still formulating its identity and prone to bandwagoning on that stage of development.  Wine and Cool-aide tasting vary greatly; but don’t ask me as i can’t see through the glass from which i’m dimly drinking.  i’m busy being blinded by the beer-spit mud that is in my eye, after someone got the log out of it. 

There was “the” protestor.  Ok, there may have been more, but i only honestly saw one.  He was holding a sign in the pouring rain and shouting through a bullhorn.  From my understanding, he was offered a free ticket, a space to sleep, food to eat and the opportunity to openly dialogue about his concerns.    Kudos Good Goose Goers & Doers.  

I think if he were an Angelic Being and we were being mindful to entertain strangers, perhaps, it was because we needed to recognize & embody our reaction, hurt and prejudice in order to deal with it.    

Spiritual Independence is not the same as Spiritual Self-sufficiency.  We were designed to need one another and be the Body of Christ. 

One of the most hopefully challenging voices at the Goose was that of Romal Tune.  His book “God’s Graffiti”,  provokes to action our response, as he uses biblical parallels and parables to demonstrate how God used “high risk” youth’s as game changers. 

Romal’s  testimony and talent  is balanced with grace and compassion.  it was a pleasure getting to speak with him.   I’m secretly hoping he and Harry Baker get to share some of their Spoken Word Poetry Slam skills.  Urban Dictionary will have it’s own thesaurus.  From a meditation standpoint, it was truly a foot-washing.   

Tripp Fuller,  Doug Pagitt and Brian McLaren were up to their interview/ podcast/radio show hosting antics.   Always good to see Brian & Doug in their element and grateful that they keeps showing up to the table, such the wisdom of the elders!          

Tripp and the “Homebrewed Christianity Podcast”- Gang, were squished and soggy under a tight tent capacity.  Amy Piatt & Micky Jones, you have my kudos, blessing and sympathy!  

The amount of beer loving theo-nerds were sorely underestimated in numbers and the tent pegs might want to be stretched for the next event! 
Thankfully,  “The Moonshine Jesus Show” was added to the Homebrewed vat  of conspirators and assisted in the folly.   I’m not quite sure i’d call it loquacious or liquidatious?  

From my sensory-integration background, i’m thinking that some of that compressed space was good for those of us that tend to stay in our head. 

My favorite quote by Tripp Fuller-  “pass the moonshine bottle to Cathryn, she’s “charismatic”.  

My friend Stephen Roach and the musical entourage of SONGS OF WATER played on Saturday night.  So good to see them. Turned into a mosh-pit of muddy wild dancers as they played!  Amazing musical skill and passion.  Their new CD is in the works and i DO suggest you give them a gander!

“The Carnival De Resistance” was more than a highlight at the event.  For me it’s what Kingdom Circus looks like through a Kaleidoscope!   
Loving, living,  teaching, training, dancing, acrobatics, fire twirling, joy bringing, Holy Spirit releasing and Happy Anarchy establishing, traveling ragamuffin artisans.   In my humble opinion, THIS is really what the Wild Goose is about.  

(I’m a little biased towards these types of Moving Meditation & Living Parables of Hope...  as these are really at core, my people, just say’in) 

Watching all the challenging dynamics of such a diverse group of people,  i am astounded by the amount of work that went into such an event.  Juggling agenda's are kin with parting the red sea on a practical miracle scale. There were sooooooo many that made this event happen.  I am grateful to their hard work & tremendous efforts in seeing The Goose’s Wings stretched. 

There were many... MANY behind the scenes!

Holly Roach and Steve Knight, again, you are such ambassadors of grace!  
Rebekah Berndt, THANK YOU for the ticket and for making room for me on so many levels.   Let the house parties continue!   Adele, Laura, Paul, Rebekah and Julie-  could not have asked for better house mates!  Spiked Kombucha next time!   You guys really are amazing and i’m so blessed to have gotten to hang out!

Phil Wyman, Thank you again for support and love.  You need to go hang with the JONES! 

Julie Clawson you are truly “a partner in crime” and a one armed bandit of Love!   (had to do PART of a Dr. Who Episode title in there!)  --------

My favorite Julie story -   We were wandering down by the main stage and went into the “book tent”.  I thought since i don’t have a copy of ANY of Julie’s books, (HINT)-  i’d make a big deal by getting her to sign one!  
(she still doesn’t realize that i was going to make a very BIG deal by playing the worst FAN ever and faint with her signature)  

Well, that didn’t happen as i asked the lady behind the table.  “Excuse me, do you have My friends book, “The Hunger Games and the Gospel”?”  To which she replied, “No, we only carry Christian books here.”  - 

On THAT note, I’m incredibly grateful to Gareth Higgins as the Founding Director of the Wild Goose.  I was sorely disappointed that i was unaware of the event in which he was shown appreciation for his work the last 4 +++years; in seeing it’s fruition. 
I’m guessing i need to read the Event Brochure more closely?  Seriously folks, we need to do better at Honoring Pioneers! 

Event curation holds it’s own place in heaven i think.  
At WG2013, Gareth gave this injured hippy-chick a lift in a golf-cart, when i was recovering from a nerve injury.  I didn’t know who he was at that point but was really grateful as i was in a lot of pain.  Such a small thing, seemingly.  However, it speaks volumes to the integrity of people when they are walking in the day to day moving meditation of simply doing what is needed, despite task and title.  Gareth, thanks for leading by example. 


This year felt a bit different.  Prior to coming to the event i was hanging out with Jesus in a prayer space and saw a Golden Egg and it being placed on a auction table instead of a nest.     Little odd.   

When i pressed into it a bit, this is what i felt was downloaded so to speak.   

There is such gold birthed here out of love and freedom. 
it’s worth cannot be counted in monetary measures.   
What will be the future of that birth?  Will it be loved, nurtured and protected; to be free to spread it wings and develop into it’s own identity or put up on auctioning table and sold to the highest bidder?

I’m sensing that it has to do with our priorities and how we view Worth vs. Money.   I am a part of the Goose, so therefore, need to look at it as well and do my own internal checking on motives and desires. 

Looking forward to the next!     I always leave the Wild Goose with my love tank on full!