This configuration of stone and concrete is the base of one of our porch posts.
It’s in the shape of a Bridget cross.
I won’t go on and on about how
Bridget of Kildaire
is my matron saint,
there I go already, going on and on with one of my lists. . .
I find it strangely ironic that last week I wrote my parson page about the sabbath moments of summer. And then, turn around this week to tell you, “ta-dah”, I’m going to take a sabbatical leave ~ of sorts.
But let me tell you how I’m thinking about this.
How serendipitous to have the shape of a Bridget Cross, in the particular location of the porch post.
[to delve in deep on this concept, see Deuteronomy 6:4ff]
The Lintel is the place where we write our love for God as we pass through every day, to remind, celebrate, tap-tap on, our devotion for the holy one,
because it is in the liminal spaces of our lives,
in our coming and going,
where transition, new life, change, and discovery, happen.
Among the many beloved things said of Bridget, one is that she inhabits liminal spaces, the passageways, transitions, the in-between places, because she is a midwife, (even Mary’s midwife in Bethlehem, at least in art and legend). She places herself with a birthing mother who uses the doorposts of a house to bear down and push for new life. (well, at least in her 5th century Ireland.)
She is always there for us to bear down on the divine. And the divine on us. And ready for the emergence of the sacred. She is said to have been a woman who doesn’t ask permission; who changes water into beer for shepherds, and who spreads her cloak over a whole kingdom to claim it as God’s abbey.
My kind of gal.
So, I am standing in this kind of place, and with a Bridget kind of company, right now. Full of life and love at home, here in Candler Park, with this porch post as symbol bearer.
Bridget as my whisperer and muse.
Indulging in summer porch life, inviting a ‘vision quest’ kind of spirituality that summer time brings. And seeing my place in the world as valuable and good.
I will stay in this bearing-down-on-love place, and the sacred one will emerge, as always, newborn and incarnate, because that's what the sacred one does.
And blessed by Bridget.
This will be the essence of my summer energy and expectation.
Writing is what I do, so I will continue to write, during this pause. [and you can be sure I will be thinking of you in my writing!] I will keep writing, and in fact, I am going to be diligent about pursuing publication for some of my written work.
Love and Joy,
Reverend Ruth Pattison
Rev. Pattison serves the people of Highpoint Episcopal Community Church as the Parson, exercising her gifts for collaborative leadership through preaching, liturgy, and the pastoral arts.