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Tag: contemplative practice

“The Tao of Christ” [poem, clouds, and intriguing back story]

February 21, 2022 ~ melanieweldonsoiset ~ 2 Comments

God spoke to me, and surprised me, through my own words as well as the words of a colleague this past week.

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What Makes Good Haiku? (hint: it’s not 5-7-5)

December 20, 2021December 28, 2021 ~ melanieweldonsoiset ~ 1 Comment

Many of us are quite preoccupied this week with holiday preparations. Yet I imagine many of us also yearn for some quiet space in the New Year for reflection. Haiku is a perfect form for this practice. Read on to learn more.

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Getting There on Tuesday (A Poem)

June 22, 2021 ~ melanieweldonsoiset ~ 9 Comments

A poem of mine about the experience of centering prayer.

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Breaking and Making (A review of Art & Faith: A Theology of Making by Makoto Fujimura)

March 16, 2021December 4, 2022 ~ melanieweldonsoiset ~ 2 Comments

"Art and Faith: A Theology of Making" is good news for artists, poets, and other contemplatives. Check out my recently published review of this empowering book.

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My name is Melanie, and I’ve worn many labels over the years: poet, pastor, teacher, student, immigrant, #ChurchToo survivor. I’ve learned, however, that the label that fits best is “child of God.” One day that phrase will be my epitaph. Until then, you’ll find me at my best resting in a hammock, biking on local DC green ways, or enjoying a fire by the hearth on a cold winter’s night.

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The power of the pen: our writing can harm, or it can heal. How do we know the difference? What standards and metrics can help us measure our literary legacy? Rejection. Poetry has a long history with the word “rejection.” In my next newsletter, I’ll consider the delicate dance of poetry and rejection. The relationship of the two can be a volatile one, but also one that’s filled with potential and insight. Feel free to sign up for my poetry and prayer newsletter (link in bio) to learn more. With Christmas presents barely unwrapped, many churches across the world this Sunday will turn to one of the most disturbing texts in the entire Bible: Matthew 2 and the slaughter of the innocents. Earlier this year, I sat down with this text, looked it in the eye, and used the best language possible to communicate with it, which is poetry. Matthew 2 itself includes poetry, and poetry must continue to exercise voice in the face of such vice. I therefore wrote a sonnet in response to the slaughter of the innocents, in the voice of a person I'd be inclined to hate. Read more (#LinkInBio) about why the stakes are high for poetry and the the Bible, especially with texts like the slaughter of the innocents. Grateful for the seemingly little gifts today: a gentle sunrise through the pine trees, a creamy cup of eggnog coffee, and the holiday cards that friends and family kindly sent me. My gift to y’all today is to pass along this gorgeous, handmade card from my friend @lindsey_a_pharr . Peace to you and to yours, friends. I’m thrilled to share that my poem, “Etymology of the Word ‘Parable,’” has won the 2022 Washington Writers’ Publishing House “Writes the Holidays” contest! A huge bow of gratitude to contest judge @brandelfdeb and the WWPH team for this honor. Back story, as well as an explanation of the poem’s distinct form, is in the link in bio :). This past weekend, my friend @jengirard2013 introduced Brian and me to Baltimore’s Miracle on 34th Street. Apparently since at least 1947 (!), some neighbors in the Hampden neighborhood of Baltimore (of John Waters and the musical “Hairspray” fame!) have decorated their 34th Street homes for Christmas. Each home seemingly chooses its own theme: one blazed its love for Ocean City beach and Maryland crabs, one decorated for Hanukkah, several demonstrated art displays and QR codes to offer contexts, one celebrated famous children’s holiday books, especially the Polar Express, and one leaned into the vintage kitsch vibe with Sesame Street, Looney Tunes, angels, and other ornaments that almost certainly bridged the gap in age from 1947 until now (!). Another neighbor nearby had a TV set up, along with lounge chairs, for any passerby to watch “The Grinch” on repeat. I enjoyed basking in the glow of this very Baltimore winter wonderland, including the artwork of a local tattoo studio we passed on the way to 34th Street. #christmaslights #miracleon34thstreet #baltimore #baltimorelights Stumbled upon this lovely chalk art in my neighborhood recently :). Oh, hello, ginkgo! Can I be honest, y’all? I’m really not a big Halloween fan. Or at least not a fan of the ghouls and goblins. I prefer All Saints’ Day, which was yesterday, November 1st. Today is All Souls’ Day, which extends the goal of All Saints’ Day in remembering the beloved departed. I’ve never been to Mexico to observe a Day of the Dead celebration, but I’m grateful for a neighbor who decorated her yard, including the gorgeous calavera, and papel picado fluttering in the breeze, for this year’s holiday.
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