Sunday, July 1, 2018

Yearnings of a Priest/ess

There is this strange emotion that I feel when I see people on television shows and movies sitting in a church having private time with God. The old churches, the stained glass, the cross...

The faith so deep, so pure. I feel the emotion and I wish that I had that kind of faith.

And yet, I know that I do have this faith. This deep faith that is in the God in whom these people seek solace. I know this God.

What I see portrayed in these faithful characters is a quality that makes me a bit jealous. That quality is a simple faith. It's a faith that is not encumbered by politics. Yet, oh how we know the church has been encumbered by politics for so long.

When I see the people in India at the temples, bringing offerings for puja, dancing joyously playing instruments and singing chants, I feel joy and a sense of loss, as if I were missing the kind of celebration that they bring to their worship! I see the people and I feel the emotion and I know that I feel the same, that I know their God, for theirs is the same God in whom all other people find such deep and profound faith.

And this faith, too, is a simple faith, without prejudice, without politics. Yet we know that this religion is political, too.

When I read the words of the Buddha, and those of his followers from both the past and present, I feel a sense of peace. I feel wistful that I do not have such profound peace in my soul. I feel this, and in a moment I recognize that I do have this sense of peace. And I know this relationship with All That Is, and it is simple. Without politics.

When I read the words of Jesus, I know that his Way is also simple. It is simple to love. Yet we who choose to live in Love are faced with politics every single day, for those who work against such simplicity are powerful. We are forced to make Love political.

Yes, my faith is easy, but the way I live it out is not so simple. I find my religion to be filled with various reflections of God. Goddesses, Gods, Prophets, Seers, Bodhisattvas. Stained glass and brass bells, crystal bowls and crystal stones, crosses, pentacles, and ankhs... So many different ways to reach across the span between this world and the next, between the veil of our living and the veil of the Otherworld, between awake time and dream time. So many ways to pray, and so many ways to meditate.

So many ways of ritual, so many ways to hear the Voice of God.

Sometimes I yearn to sit in an old Cathedral alone in the silence and feel the Presence of God, as if I knew no other way.

Sometimes I want to dance on a path of flowers and cry out, Shiva! Shakti! Ganesha! Give me a boon!

Sometimes I yearn to stand alone in the storm and call Kali! Freya! Give me strength! Give me power!

Sometimes I dream of walking alone in a velvet cape, casting blessing-spells. I, the local Witch, with familiar cat at heel, calling upon the ancient Gods of her Celtic and Nordic past.

Always, no matter what name I call, no matter what I pray for, I know that I will be answered by the One Who is All That Is. The One with no name, Who is the Universe, Who is the Quantum, Who is only One. The One Who is neither male nor female. The One Who has no name, but Who has all names.

Because of this, I cannot have a regular church. Because of this, I cannot have a building where I go each week to preach and serve. Because of this, I am a priest without a home, finding ways to serve in the community and providing Rites of Passage and prayers of many kinds.

know this, and yet sometimes in my heart, I simply want to don a stole and stand before a congregation and praise God by all Their Names!

Friday, January 19, 2018

Across the Divide of Time

There's something about the arbitrary divide between old and new years that gets people all riled up about making changes in their lives. For years, it was a regular practice to come up with resolutions about how one planned to improve one's life over the coming year. In the past decade or so, however, it seems that this practice is falling by the wayside. Instead, people are choosing new ways of envisioning the year ahead.

I've seen some people posting on social media that they are choosing a word to represent their goals for the new year. In fact, only a couple of years ago, I did this and wrote about it on this blog, here. This year, I've been seeing posts from friends who simply list a few goals for the year. Rather than "resolutions," these are quantifiable goals with specific timelines or generalized ideas that encompass the vision of the person making them.

This year I decided to do two different things. At the request of a friend, I decided to join a small accountability group where we check in regarding our current life goals. With this group, I formulated a small list of quantifiable goals. These include being more intentional about making St. Brigid in the Desert UAIC an active, functional spiritual community, which I have identified as a "Church Without Walls," or "Church Without a Home;" having one St. Brigid event per month which is free and open to the public; and keeping up with the blogs and the newsletter on a regular basis.

On the other side of my list is being more consistent with my writing. Just having this much delineated gave these goals substance. They aren't just "something I want to do." They are something I WILL do. Pastoring a church is a real job, whether one is paid for pastoring or whether one is a bi-vocational pastor, as I am. In fact, these "nonpaid" priestly duties are more important than weddings and other rites of passage that I might be paid for, because these are the foundation of the church, the real purpose for its existence. The gatherings and social media content are where the real work of ministry gets done.

I've long been a fan of vision boards. Now, these are simply poster board with magazine pictures cut out and glued onto them in a sort of collage. What makes it a "vision" board is the intent behind the creation. My early vision boards were usually pictures of things I wanted to obtain or attain in the near future. This year, I chose to create a vision board specifically for what I wanted my 2018 to be like.

As the Spiritual Director for St. Brigid in the Desert UAIC, I thought that a Mini-Vision Board Workshop would be the perfect event to kick off the new year. Not only would it provide an excellent fellowship gathering, but it would also provide an opportunity for those who attend to work on their personal goals for the year. This was where I could pull together the dreams I have for my personal spiritual work. The gathering was a success. I enjoyed providing a short guided meditation to bring everyone to their vision board. Around the table, conversation helped build friendships and imagination brought together some beautiful collages. 

As for myself, I haven't quite finished the board. I created an eye and spirit pleasing board with quite a bit of white space. I think of it as "breathing room." It's appropriate, for the vision I am revealing on my board is that of a peaceful, uncluttered spirit. I have some busy-goals for my ministry and an active day job. The vision board goals are intended to offset this "busy-ness."


In the end, I guess I chose a word for the year, after all!

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Miracles in the Dark

When my eldest daughter was a little girl, she saw an elf in the Christmas tree. I remember when she came to tell me about it, convinced that she had seen something. I didn't try to rationalize her experience. Who was I to say she hadn't seen something?

Certainly, by this time I had experienced enough "supernatural" events in my life to know that what we perceive as real is, well, real. Now, I am certain that some readers will be non-believers and others will be true believers in the supernatural. Some will differentiate between the "imaginary" supernatural of a spirit world of ghosts or that of elves and faeries and what they will deem the "real" supernatural of God, angels, and even demons.

However, I would challenge anyone who believes that one set of supernatural beings or events are real and others are not to consider the inconsistency of such a standard.There is much more to this world than what the physical eyes perceive, and there is sometimes more Truth in what we perceive intuitively than in what we have been taught is substantive. 

Christmas time is often a time of mixed messages. Many Christian parents tell their children about Santa and his elves while also celebrating a traditional Western-European style Christmas and attending church on Christmas Eve to celebrate the birth of the Baby Jesus. Other Christians eschew the traditions of a Dickensian Christmas and declare that we must all remember "the reason for the season," which they deem to be solely the birth of God incarnate.

While I respect this perspective, I find myself often thinking (sarcastically) that, no, the reason for the season is the tilt of the Earth's rotational axis away from the sun. I don't mean any disrespect when I think this, of course. However, as an Interspiritual Priest, I must acknowledge that this time of the year is not solely about the birth of Jesus. It is about all of the holy days and various stories of the many festivities that take place around this time. It is about rejoicing in the hope of light after the great darkness of the longest night.

For each of the many religions and cultures that have holy days around this time, the stories and traditions are very real to those who celebrate them. Yet, each of them might easily consider the traditions of others to be less real than their own. Generally, Christians see Jesus as either the unique Son of God or the one God incarnate. 

Many progressive Christians see Jesus as an embodiment of a Way of life desired by God rather than a Being more divine than any of the rest of us; rather, they might see him as an individual who became more than human by making choices that led him to live the Way of Love, even unto death. On another hand, non-Christians often see him as anything from a Wisdom Teacher to a Prophet, a Good Man, or a faerie tale.

Yet, at this time of year, there is one thing we might all agree on. In the hustle and bustle of daily life, whether it is the general business of the whole year or the wild and crazy business of secular holiday preparations, we all need a time when we can focus on joy. This is a rough time for many, for as the days grow short, the nights long, and the temperature colder (at least here in the northern hemisphere); it is easy to allow ourselves to become overwhelmed by sadness, grief, and the knowledge that another year has passed without us fully achieving our dreams.

Right in the midst of our darkest night, our traditions celebrate the coming light. We celebrate miracles of lamp oil lasting longer than it should have, of principals for living well, of a newborn savior, of the coming of spring, of the triumph of light over dark. We celebrate the miracle of giving generously and receiving graciously. We celebrate the spirit of gift giving in the person of a jolly Santa with eight reindeer delivering gifts on Christmas Eve night, a Norse Odin flying through the air on an eight legged horse leaving gifts in boots set by the hearth at Yule, a Yule Goat delivering gifts, or even the Italian Befana, a kind ugly witch who rides on a broomstick leaving gifts for children on Epiphany Eve.

You see? Mixed messages and supernatural happenings. Yet, it is all in good fun, good faith, and good fellowship! Did my daughter see an elf in the tree all those years ago? Maybe.Whether she saw an elf, something else, or nothing, that sighting has become a part of the narrative around our Christmas celebrations. It has become as real as her experience when she was three years old.

Whatever holiday you celebrate at this time of year, may you find joy in the tales and the traditions. May you find joy in knowing that after the darkest night, there will be a dawn.

Read the Yule blog at the St. Brigid in the Desert UAIC website.


Thursday, December 22, 2016

The Crack Where the Light Gets In (or, Christmas on the Event Horizon)

      I’ve been reading the Diane Duane Young Wizards series on the recommendation of my son. In this series, the wizards’ work is to slow down the entropy that was introduced into the world when one of the Powers of the Universe went rogue, becoming the Lone Power, or the Lone One. It isn’t hard to draw parallels with Judeo-Christian tales of fallen angels and the beginning of death in the world. However, the theology of Duane’s young adult series is not that of traditional religious teachings; rather, it’s more mystical…and more scientific. Ms. Duane may not have been thinking theology…but I am, and what I’m reading about in her books is Process Theology. She’s writing about life and death…and she’s writing about teamwork, and she writing about hope.

      That’s what it’s all about, you know; hope and our part in maintaining hope in our world. Death is not the end of things. Isn’t that one of the real messages of religion, that there is nothing to fear from death? Doesn’t religion teach that we are to work together, to give one another hope when the darkness seems inevitable? The young wizards in the series each have their own Ordeals to undergo, and their own tasks to perform, yet they work with one another to keep the Lone One at bay. In the third book of the series, High Wizardry, Ms. Duane writes of the Lone One, “…It doesn’t have infinite power. It’s peer to all the Powers, but not to That in Which They Move.”

      According to Luke, in Acts 17, Paul taught that we “live and move and have our being” in God. Jesus claimed that he was The Light of the World, yet in his Sermon on the Mount, he is recorded as teaching that we are the Light of the World. How can that be? How can both be true?

      Process Theology uses the language of quantum physics to explain the invisible intelligence behind – and in - all creation. “Wave and particle,” writes theologian Marjorie Suchocki in Divinity and Diversity:  A Christian Affirmation of Religious Pluralism, “are both truly light, and we live in a radically incarnational world where truth itself is a many-splendored thing.” Like the quantum elements of light, God is like a wave that is constantly moving and flowing, until such time as a thinking being perceives the Presence of God. At that point, God is like a particle, and that particle is named according to the cultural expectation of the one who perceives that Presence. In scientific arenas, that “perceiver” is called the “observer.” For the Christian observer, that “particle” is named Jesus.

      I believe that Jesus is a “manifestation of God with us;” as Suchocki writes in God-Christ-Church: A Practical Guide to Process Theology. To continue with the analogy of quantum physics, Jesus is an observable particle of the wave that is God. He is a particle of the Light that when observed reflects the qualities of the ineffable, invisible wave of “All That Is.” I might call the birth and death of Jesus “event horizons.” In quantum physics, the event horizon is the boundary of a black hole. To enter into a black hole would mean certain death. In his popular book A Brief History of Time: From the Big Bang to Black Holes, physicist Stephen Hawking describes a black hole as a “boundary of the region of space-time from which it is not possible to escape.” Yet, he describes a singularity as “a point in space-time at which the space-time curvature becomes infinite.” The birth and subsequent resurrection, then, are the “singularities,” for once born, Jesus is an identifiable individual in history; once resurrected, Christ is infinite.

      The hope we find in this story is this: as Jesus was the Light of the World, so also are we. We are, each and every one of us, manifestations of “All That Is,” or as Diane Duane writes, “That In Which [We] Move.” Born of the wave into this material world, we are truly the Light of the World. When we see that, when we connect with the Christ, who is with us in the Holy Spirit, we know the Light as Love, and we begin to reflect it. This is our job. We are the wizards of this world, trusted to slow down the darkness of death and shine the light on eternal love. We are not perfect reflections of God’s love; indeed, we are flawed and we sometimes fear the things we do not understand. We don’t understand death, this threshold between this world and the next. We don’t understand other people, these also flawed beings whose light may not shine as brightly as another’s or who may seem not to shine any light at all. We need not be perfect. We need to keep letting our light shine so that it might get into the cracks and ignite their glorious flame. As poet Leonard Cohen wrote, “There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”

      This Christmas, as we light our candles, say our prayers, and sing our hymns, let us risk allowing our cracks to show, that we might find ourselves poised on the edge of the event horizon, welcoming the Christ into the world. Let us remember that we are all brilliant particles of the Light of God, and we shine the brightest when we shine together.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

New Year's Resolutions, Lenten Promises: Pathways into New Life

Two and a half months into the New Year, we’ve gotten rather used to 2016. I’m no longer writing “2015” on documents out of habit; it’s been long enough. The habit has changed. We’re long enough into the New Year that the new behaviors we promised ourselves at the turn of the year should be ingrained in us. They should be – but are they? Those of us who practice Lent may be in the midst of new behaviors promised at Ash Wednesday. Now is a good time to review our New Year’s Resolutions, if we made them. How are we doing?

Personally, I decided this year that New Year’s Resolutions as traditionally practiced were not useful to me. For me, they have been unreasonable promises to make sweeping changes in behavior or high, unattainable expectations for living conditions. So, instead of making promises to myself that I could not keep, I spent some time at the end of 2015 pondering what I needed most in my life. From there, I sought one word that I could focus on this year. I sought a word that would encompass everything that I felt I needed to accomplish in 2015 in my physical as well as my spiritual life. By December 31, the word I came up with was “Organization.” I thought if I could clean out my closets, literally as well as figuratively, throughout this next year, life would improve.

Organization. It was a good choice. It covered everything I had thought of that I needed to work on. It’s a good, solid word. It’s a utilitarian word that describes rearrangement and cleaning out. Yes, it was good, I decided, and I began the year with this word as my focus: Organization.

Then came the final meeting of my Simple Abundance group. We had meeting been almost monthly throughout 2015 to discuss our readings in the classic devotional by Sarah Ban Breathnacht. As a group, we had been learning to apply spirituality to our daily lives through the readings and our discussions. We were unable to meet at the end of 2015, so we met on the first weekend in 2016 to wrap up our discussions and to discover our intentions for the new year. Obviously, I intended to share my thoughts about Organization. It had, in fact, been our Simple Abundance reading and discussion that had led to my choice of this focus word for the year. By the time we came to our sharing about the coming year, though, something changed.

You see, after we talked about the readings and how we had been affected by them over the year, we spent some time in meditation. Our leaders asked us to think about a word or a phrase that would encompass our goals for the coming year. Of course, I had done this. I knew my word. Organization.

Our gatherings took place at a beautiful place in Apache Junction, Arizona called Sacred Space for Retreat. The property includes a large stone labyrinth. We were sent to the labyrinth for a silent meditative walk. The labyrinth walk is one of my favorite contemplative practices. In fact, I have a small labyrinth of my own at home. The one at Sacred Space is much larger and provides the opportunity for a longer, deeper walk with God.

As I walked that day, focusing at first on my word, “Organization,” I began to let go of thought, focusing only on my breath and my steps. As I neared the center, I began to feel cleansed. I looked at the ground for a moment as I walked and I noticed a geode. I came to the center, where I stood facing the eastern mountains. I took three deep belly breaths, and stood in silence. I could hear the soft crunching of the feet of those who walked before and after me. I heard the birds that flew above and the rustling of leaves on the mesquite that grow in this desert environment. I felt the caress of the soft breeze upon my face, upon my uplifted hands.

Then, I heard clearly in my mind a new word: Purity.

As I walked out of the labyrinth, I pondered this word. In today’s world, the word “purity” can have connotations that feel contrived or self-righteous. The first meaning of this word that came to me was about the idea of moral purity, which seems to me a rather subjective connotation. Among the evangelical crowd, there is a push for sexual purity that leads to purity contracts, purity balls, purity rings; all promises to remain “pure” until marriage. A second, more negative connotation of the word “purity” is related to the idea of racial purity and the atrocities of ethnic cleansing. However, to be pure is also to be free of harmful substances; it is to be clean, as in purity of water or air; it is to have a perfect quality, as in the purity of sound, music, voice.

Thinking about this word as I walked out of the labyrinth, I wondered how it could apply to me or to my life. I am a messy human being. I am disorganized, often scattered, and always overscheduled. In other words, I am a human being immersed in twenty-first century life. What has “purity” to do with me?

I thought of the geode. On one side, the geode is a rather ugly, bumpy, dirty rock. On the other, the stone is white and almost translucent in its beauty. One can imagine that beneath that lovely, smooth, shiny surface, there could be some glorious crystal.

Many years ago I read a science fiction novel that I will never forget. The book, Swan Song, by Robert R. McCammon, describes the world after a nuclear detonation. The radiation spurs an evolution among the people that begins with the growth of what they call “Job’s Mask,” which covers their faces. The masks are ugly, hard, and often debilitating crusts. Some of the people develop gifts as well, such as visions and the ability to make things grow. Eventually, the Job’s Masks fall off, revealing the true nature of the individuals inside. Some who had been considered ugly, bad, or unwanted before the war are revealed to be truly beautiful on the inside.

As I pondered the geode, I thought of this book, and I thought of what both the rock and the book revealed to me about purity. Purity is not always visible. Alchemical purity is the absolute perfection of a substance. As a person, is purity truly possible? As a Wesleyan, I have to say that yes, it is. After all, Purity is Perfection. Perfection is possible. It is not something to declare; it is something to seek. It is not something to take pride in; it is something to be revealed. If Purity is cleanliness and the absence of harmful substances, then “Organization” is an activity to be used as a tool toward Purity, toward Perfection.

  As we near the final week of Lent, we commemorate the clownish street theatre of Jesus’ final entry into Jerusalem on an ass, with palms waving and strewn on the ground before his feet. We remember the final week the twelve Apostles and the many Disciples would have with the friend and teacher they knew as Jesus, the night they shared a final meal, and the night He would be betrayed and denied. This week, we near the end of our 40 days of self-denial and contemplation.

On Easter morning, we remember the stone rolled away to reveal an empty tomb and Jesus transformed into the glorious, divine Christ. We will also be rolling aside our Lenten promises. When we do, what will we reveal? Will we be new people, set with our faces toward resurrected lives in Christ?

It is my prayer that on Easter morning I will set aside my simplistic denial of a worldly thing and continue the formidable task of organizing my cluttered life, revealing beneath its ugly, bumpy reality the hidden path toward purity. It’s only one new beginning of many new beginnings winding through my life. Yet, each new beginning is an opportunity to set aside the ugliness of self-absorption to reveal the deeper beauty found in self knowledge.

My path toward Purity begins with Organization.

There’s an app for that.

I call it prayer, followed by action.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

My First "Boyfriend"

I was planning to post this piece of writing to my poetry blog, River Poems. That is, until I began to ponder the truth of it. I wrote it the other day to read at the open mic at one of my favorite poetry series, Caffeine Corridor. It meets every second Friday at {9} The Gallery in Phoenix. I've written about it on another blog. If you're interested, you can read about it at my LiveJournal. Anyway, I wrote this little piece to be spoken;  more of a story than a poem. A story about my first boyfriend. I think many of you know him. Let me share this little story with you, then I'd like to share some thoughts...

My First Boyfriend

My first boyfriend was an evangelist
I mean, I didn't think of him that way at the time
I met him at 7:30 p.m. on December 9, 1965
I suppose it could have been 8:30, Central, after all...
I don't remember if there was Daylight Savings time
I was seven, just a little blonde girl
Shorter than the Minnesota snow drifts
I walked by on the way home from school every day
I might have had a crush on a little boy named Johnny
The year before, in kindergarten
 That doesn't matter. It's my evangelical boyfriend
That matters. You know him -- he has a really mean big sister
And carried around a blanket, he sucked his thumb then
I didn't care. So did I.
 For a long time, he was my Christmas boyfriend.
I looked forward to seeing him standing alone
On that stage, evangelizing.
Well, I didn't know that word. He told a story
About shepherds, angels, and a baby
You know...
A year after I met him, I would have sat in that
Stupid pumpkin patch with him

(c) 11 December 2015

When I thought about this story on my way to church today, it came to me. For years now, I've been writing papers about my "call" to ministry, recalling my days of sitting in nature with a book or my journal, knowing that I was not alone, that I was part of something greater. Something ineffable, though the only name I knew It by was, "God." I've written about mountaintop experiences, a sense of connection with All-That-Is, and the constant sense that I was somehow destined to share about it, write about it, talk about it, learn about it. All the times I've reviewed this continuous sense of call, I could never pinpoint an exact moment when it began. This morning, I realized that this is it. That first night sitting in the living room cross-legged, leaning forward on my elbows, thumb in my mouth, watching Linus present his homily.

I liked Linus. I thought that if he were a real boy, I'd maybe marry him. He was cute, spiritual, and intelligent (that whole Great Pumpkin thing notwithstanding). He was everything I wanted in a boyfriend. More importantly, he convinced me, and from that night forward, my favorite account of the night Jesus was born was the story he told - Luke 2:8-14.

It's a beautiful story, isn't it?

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Audacity and Integrity

Have you ever thought about what makes the difference between talented people who find fame and/or fortune and those whose talents go unnoticed by everyone except their closest friends and family? I have. As a writer and quasi-visual artist, there have been many times when I’ve seen someone else’s work and thought ‘I could do that,” or ‘That’s really not very good writing, how did it get published?’ As I’ve thought about this over the years, I’ve identified a few things that may make the difference. As you read through these, please keep in mind that though I refer to artists and writers, I am also thinking of anyone in any field where they find their happiness and purpose.

Right Place, Right Time

Of course, one of the situations that can make one person or group famous or even rich is that they are in the right place at the right time. Sometimes, this happens by birth, right? Born into fortune, in a time when they are able to take advantage of it. It could be that they create something and reveal it to the world in just the right place and time that it is discovered by someone who can help the artist take it to the top. I don’t think this actually happens as often as we’d like to think, though it is a sort of American fairy tale.

It’s Who You Know

This is another kind of American fairy tale. If a person is lucky, they can emerge from their education and move into their dream job because their dad, mom, uncle, aunt, sister, cousin, or family friend is in the business. Or, they networked and met the right connection to take them into the field without the struggle most people go through. This kind of thing can happen in the arts and even sports as well. For instance, a talented skateboarder could gain fame and an advertising contract because they have a relative in a band that plays festivals.  It’s not a bad way to get started, but not all of us are lucky enough to be born into a family of moguls.


Personally, I think the main difference between those talented people who “hit it big” and those who quietly go through life creating, wishing they could make a living doing what they love, is audacity. It’s audacious to take a creation of one’s own, put it out into the world, and call it art. It’s audacious to choose the struggle for success that artists undergo while trying to make a living. It’s audacious to create something from the heart and expose it to the critique of experts and the public. Of course, audacity alone isn’t enough. While audacity can overcome lack of connections, education, and even talent, audacity by itself can often create pretentiousness and pridefulness. Audacity with connections and wealth can create monsters. One need only look at current political “hopefuls” to see what audacity and wealth can do. So, audacity alone may be enough to bring an artist fame and fortune. Audacity and wealth might bring fame or it might bring notoriety. It all depends, I think, upon another quality, one that I believe is integral to being a true artist. Integrity.


According to Merriam Webster, the first definition of integrity is “firm adherence to a code of especially moral or artistic values -- incorruptibility.” My off-the-cuff definition is that a person of integrity is honest and compassionate. Integrity alone is a wonderful quality, in my opinion. I’ve been fortunate to know a lot of good people of integrity. I wish I could say that I’ve always been a person of integrity myself, but I know better. I suspect that there are few of us who have been. Integrity can be cultivated, however. I’ve been working on this for awhile. I hope that when people remember me one day, they think of me as a person of integrity. One cannot erase past errors, of course. All one can do is move forward, and learn to be the kind of person they really want to be.

A person of integrity is honest on the job, with others in their field, and at home. They are considerate of others, because a person of integrity is also kind. A person of integrity is the kind of person that others can count on to support them in some way, if possible. A person of integrity will also be honest when they cannot do something for others. In this way, they don’t let others down by not showing up when they’re expected. 

Integrity is a quality that I think everyone should develop. However, for the artist, integrity alone is unlikely to bring success, at least during their lifetime. Emily Dickinson seems to have been a person of integrity and was certainly one of talent. Yet her works were not published in their intended form until after her death. Most were found in notebooks kept away from the eyes of others. It’s difficult to say if things could have been different. Perhaps if she had insisted on publication without the editorial changes, if she had been part of the community rather than shut-in caring for her mother, she might have gained more attention during her lifetime. It takes some audacity to bring the one’s works to the attention of others.

Integrity and Audacity

When people of integrity are both talented and audacious, the world is given a gift. I love it when good people get the attention they deserve. I remember back in my rock-n-roll days, my friend and partner in the pursuit of the dream were ecstatic when a band whose members were nice got a crack at fame. You see, there were always those who acted as though they were special, who expected to be treated like gods, and insisted that they were going to be the next big thing at the expense of others. They were audacious. They did not have integrity. Some of them did make the big stage. Their audacity got them noticed by the right person, at the right time. Then, there were those who worked hard, played well, were nice to others, and never got a contract.

Neither pridefulness nor false humility brings positive attention to the artist; nor does audacity or integrity by themselves. However, if the talented, creative person also has the combination of audacity and integrity, the attention their work garners can only bring good into the world. The works, whether they be visual art, spoken word, film, crafts, or even the kind of work everyone does on a day to day basis, are gifts in themselves. However, when these gifts are shared with the world with integrity, the gift is of a value much greater than it is alone.

Bring It!

The lesson in this for the artist, for the retail or food service worker, for the secretary, for the manager, or even for the pastor, is that our work will be noticed in a positive way if we have the audacity to be different while maintaining our integrity. It is not to be prideful – humility, which is an important value in itself – need not be lost when we become more audacious in our dealings in the world. There is no need to fear being different, being a little bit loud and proud of what we give the world. To be proud of who we are and what we have to share is not the same as being prideful, either. To be prideful is to assume that we are the unique creator of our gifts, to take credit for who we are without acknowledging the true giver or others who help us become who we are, and to insist that we are the only one who can do what we do. To be proud of the talents we have been given is to honor the Giver of the gifts and those who have been with us throughout our journey.

To have audacity is have the “guts” to bring our talents to the attention of the world in our own unique way. Amanda Palmer is a great example of how audacity can bring our art to the attention of those we want to reach. In her book, The Art of Asking, she reveals her secrets to self-made success without fear. You can hear a bit about it in her TED talk with the same title. To do what we love with integrity is to listen to the guidance of the Spirit that leads us, to give thanks for our talents, to give thanks for those who notice and share the gifts we have brought to them, and to be honest in all our dealings with those others.

What’s That? You’re an Introvert? Don’t Let That Stop You!

Just as integrity can be cultivated, so can audacity. It’s difficult to change, but it can be done with a bit of self-reflection and a little help from your friends. We’re lucky. We live in an age when we can do a lot of things online without ever getting face-to-face with other people. However, it’s better if we do interact with others once in awhile. Writers and artists should get together once in awhile to support each other and find places to share their works with the public

Of course, this means getting involved in public readings, art festivals and shows, events of that sort. Writers and artists should find or start groups to share, critique, and support one another. These can be gatherings of friends or people you meet on Facebook. Groups can be found through websites like People in business should get together in service groups that do good in the world but also bring them together for networking, like Kiwanis or Rotary. They can even have small interpersonal support groups, such as a Master-Mind group (My friends and I call ours a "Divine Mind" group, and have adjusted the liturgy to accommodate the change). It can also mean learning ways to shore oneself up for the actual event. I recently saw another excellent TED talk by Amy Cuddy about how our body language can actually help us change ourselves. Even if we don’t believe we are “Super,” we can “fake it ‘til we make it.”

Whatever we do, be it art, music, customer service, architecture, design, cooking, food service, crocheting, modeling…whatever we love…we can do it better if we do it with both audacity and integrity. If we live it with pride and purpose, we can do what we love, and let others know about it.

It’s your life. Create it. Live it. Love it.