Against the dark The darker mass of trees Outside the curtain and bamboo blinds Of my past. In bed awake, Watching the dark lighten And the trees hint at green. What happens In the new day?
Author: joanvinallcox
Joan Vinall-Cox, Ph.D. is a lifelong learner, retired communications professor, and rabid reader who has taught in both the college and university systems.
Her Ph.D., in 2004 was an Autoethnographic Arts-Based Narrative Inquiry focused on moving from technophobia to technophilia.
She is a widow from a pretty happy marriage and a mother to a strong and kind daughter.
Her interests include Centering Prayer, Multiple Intelligences, Attention Deficit Disorder and its connection to creativity, Jung, Campbell’s Monomyth, and Arts-Based Narrative Inquiry.
Grace
A God that doesn’t have to be bribed or placated. A God whose womb I exist within. A God who died to know the pain of life,
If God …
If God is a question calling me, I evade but yearn to answer. If God is an answer, how can I live with what I can’t understand? If God is a promise I made under water can I hold my breath in the desert? If God is the whole and holy world, how can I birth myself within?
Pandemic Lament II
Time – a video
Marinating
Marinating in a sad mood, Searching for reasons, heavy and low.
Pandemic Lament, January 15
Wanting spring or the summertime lake, I mourn this pandemic winter. Netflix doesn’t solace, Zoom only teases, and constant craving defeats joy. I yearn for comforting news, for boring times, and a “normal” that will never return.
Sitting in Solitude
My tongue, seeking textures, tastes the flavours of lonesomeness. I must sit in solitude, my breath composed, awake and aware the space between our rough edges opens in quiet time alone softly present sweetly touched by grace..
A Transient Moment
Someone I love is burning incense for a holy day I don’t observe. Someone I love is waiting for results that may delay sorrow. Someone I love is writing poems to grasp a transient moment.
Imperfect Meditation
Like the farmhand during a church sermon
dozing
and the housewife planning
grocery lists,
I meditate
imperfectly.
Composing poems and
prayers,
resisting
resentments,
Seeking God,
seeking
peace.
Learning Living 