and Live Intentionally. Guilford, CT: Skirt!, 2008.
Jennifer recommended this book, which I got because I always value Jennifer's reading suggestions. The author of Life is a Verb, Patti Digh worked her book around these topics concerning life as a verb:
- Say yes.
- Be generous.
- Speak up.
- Love more.
- Trust yourself.
- Slow down.
As I read and pondered about living more intentionally, I also have wondered what this Friday Five should be. This book has been the jumping off point for this Friday.
1. What awakens you to the present moment?
I tend to be drifty and dreamy, but sights and sounds in nature bring me back to the present moment: the sound of birds, the movement of leaves in trees, the purple of the lupines on the side of the highway, the fragrance (now gone by) of the lilacs in my backyard, the crunch of leaves underfoot when we are in that season, and the slippery path through the snow.
2. What are 5 things you see out your window right now?
It's a pretty grim picture this morning. I see rain, a stump grinder at the neighbor's (arrived at 7 a.m.!), the young flowering crabapple in my backyard that will have a better chance at life because my neighbors had a butternut tree removed (see stump grinder), the treehouse we built on the huge stump of a giant silver maple 12 years ago, and grass and ground cover Pure Luck will have to mow when he gets home, if it ever stops raining.
3. Which verbs describe your experience of God?
Embrace, beckon, sing, shine, concuss.
4. From the book on p. 197:
Who were you when you were 13? Where did that kid go?
I was 13 when I asked to be baptized, in the summer of 1974. I was pious beyond belief for about two weeks and then came down to earth again, mostly. I judged others harshly. I loved boys a lot, but I doubted anyone really loved me.
Some of that is still true. I ricochet from places of spiritual intention and depth to times of shallow hilarity. I like to think I'm less judgmental, but every now and then I hear the shocked voice of that 13-year-old in my head. I still love boys, one old boy in particular. And I think I will always grapple with existential doubts about my loveability, despite ample evidence to the contrary.
5. From the book on p. 88:
If your work were the answer to a question, what would the question be?
Can we get there from here? (Answer: Maybe, but it's a long and winding road.)
Bonus idea for you here or on your own–from the book on p. 149:
"Go outside. Walk slowly forward. Open your hand and let something fall into it from the sky. It might be an idea, it might be an object. Name it. Set it aside. Walk forward. Open your hand and let something fall into it from the sky. Name it. Set it aside. Repeat. . . ."
Given the weather, I'll pass this exercise for today, but I thank Jan for this Friday Five!