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Meandering Through the Writings of Others as a Practice of Lament: Dangerous Territory

“Love Heart, Ambleside Landing” Artist Unknown

Here are today’s explorations:

Peterson, Amy Dangerous Territory. 2017

978 words

Watching them, I remember what I’d overheard in the campus bookstore that morning. *** They seemed like hey might have chosen to live overseas because they never quite fit in America. *** He tried baptizing new Congolese converts in a river filled with crocodiles. *** I could have explained that I was relived to be going to a ‘closed’ country, where evangelism was technically forbidden . . . *** I grew up reading missionary biographies. *** No one wrote biographies of housewives. *** I wanted an extraordinary life . . . *** I couldn’t see any way for a woman to have them except on the mission field . . . *** I don’t know if I even want to be married. *** We don’t know of any other foreigners in the city. *** Belonging *** He wore a plaid button-down in earth tones . . .  *** We each had too many edges that didn’t fit . . .  *** We do not ask what happened in a city when converts were rejected by their families. *** So far I’m failing to fit my own story into the mold. *** Grandma hadn’t been thrilled that I was moving oversees. *** We believe that leaving holds some answers. *** I had found a new frontier. This was the American dream. *** In a village we stayed in a house on stilts. *** I felt the wind in my hair and realized I was smiling. *** We were out the door early every day. *** This would be home base for changing the world . . .  *** Teaching . . .  turned out to be a delight. *** On my twenty-first birthday, I was alone in France . . . Then David a new friend I had made at Taize, joined me . . . *** Hairless cat *** It’s one of the only monastic communities that has monks who are Catholic, Protestant, and Orthodox. *** Four girls from one of my classes entered shyly. *** I made it my ambition to lead a quiet life . . . *** Research: the history of short term missions *** In a country where much is silently implied and understood, she was willing to be blunt. *** You don’t dress like Britney Spears at all! *** In this collectivist culture, you owed nothing to strangers but everything to your in group. *** It makes relationships more important than tasks or efficiency. *** In the country the laws existed only for people you did not know. *** Yet I attempted to suspend judgment, to live in a kind of liminal state where I observed, and learned rather than criticizing my host culture. *** Her failure to be the daughter her parents hoped for left the underside of her forearms with pale pink scars. *** We walked hand in hand up the hill, pausing when the girls in high heels were out of breath. *** Anne asked me to pray that she would find true love. *** I missed being known and truly seen. *** I felt my spiritual wells being sucked dry. *** I’d gotten to know her a bit better through her journal writings . . . she was a deep poet and thinker. *** She wasn’t oblivious to the despair that threatened to pull Veronica under since she failed the university entrance exam two years earlier . . . *** I hardly knew what to do with all the kindness they showered on me. *** I let her take it, warning her to be careful reading it in public. *** The Spirit was already at work there just like the stories I’d read . . . *** He folded his lanky body next to mine and pulled out a novel by Zadie Smith. *** I was feeling farther and farther away from my life in America. *** I’d not only compromised myself, but every other teacher I’d sent it to. *** They were effectively disrespecting me and another group failed to pay attention as I spoke. *** My despondency faded as the sun set. *** I hated making mistakes, especially public ones . . . *** Quotidian *** I never told her that she could pray a prayer and be assured of eternity. *** Imagine that you know nothing of the Christian faith . . . and someone tells you that the biggest holiday in her country commemorates this story. *** The karaoke machine gave me a score of 93 percent. *** In Swaziland Malla Moe was evangelist, church planter, preacher, and bishop. Back home she was not permitted to speak in church. *** Which culture is more democratic? *** Can she teach brown-skinned men but not whites . . . *** They seemed awed by the integrity, devotion, and love they’d seen exhibited by the others on the retreat. *** Ten weeks seemed too long to be away from this sweet place. *** I had no idea that night I would never come back. *** Arkansas was as hot and green as Southeast Asia, but it was so clean. *** He missed rice and tofu, but was happy to be back in the land of sweet tea and porch swings. ***Politics and religion were connected in complicated ways . . .  political rebel. *** They even took the notebooks you gave us to write prayers in. *** It need a long time to rebuild my faith in people. *** Not a single person asked if I was okay. *** But here’s another thing about grief: no one else can understand yours. *** Bruised reed *** I sat on a dark wooden bench in a gazebo, surrounded by yellow chrysanthemums, delicate orchids and trailing roses, and watched shadows of the willow trees dance on the hillsides. *** Research: missionary *** You can put love where love is not. ***

Meandering Through the Writings of Others as a Practice of Lament: A Light in the Window

“Beachwalker: Contemplating Sand and Sea”

by DS

Karon, Jan. A Light in the Window. 1995.

222 word count

Packed with dialogue

Characterization

Plot

Tension building

Nodal points

Setting

Autobiographical elements

Leaf symbols between scenarios

Insights and values

Similes e.g. belonging, some feel contrived

Elements of surprise, suspense

A list

Five senses

Dialogue

Culture

Humour

Coyote next door

Google report

“You can’t know how the living freshness of roses and lavender has rejoiced my heart. The whole apartment is alive with the sweet familiarity of their company, and I not so loath now to come home from the deli, or the newsstand or the café.”

“Suddenly we drove into a clearing. Before us lay a vast, volcanic lake that literally took my breath away.”

“Washing someone’s mouth out with soap was not a remedy he liked, but it had worked for him when he was a kid.”

“’Let God take care of the big stuff,’ a seminary friend once said. ‘It’s our job to fill in the cracks.’ Kind of like caulking.” 
Tension

Plot thickens, lost ring

“Isn’t plain love more valuable than fancy education?”

Antithesis of practical theology?

Trust, compassion

List

Device – he can find out what is happening by asking others

Tension deepens

Theological questions here and there throughout

“Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave room for the wrath of God.”

Pop culture anchors the story in reality

Overdone

Not!

Low culture and list

Indirect device for climax

Meandering Through the Writings of Others as a Lament Practice, A Yellow Raft in Blue Water

“Lions Gate Bridge with Orange Buoys”

Phone Photo DS

Here are my explorations:

Dorris, Michael. A Yellow Raft in Blue Water. 1987.

678 Words

Rayona *** Indigenous *** metaphor TV, skin colour *** plot, anti-plot *** setting, sense of place *** character *** dark humour *** cultural, social commentary *** portrayal of hope *** simile *** folk wisdom, participation in social norms *** pathos, foreshadowing, tension/conflict *** loyalty, friendship, etiquette, humour *** good citizenship, love, craftiness, deniability, foreboding *** preparing her daughter *** metaphor *** Her words rinse through my thoughts . . . *** phronesis (practical wisdom) *** applied for relocation *** wow, abandonment or loving care? *** sink into the basket of her arms *** narrator gives insight *** profound re: identity *** vacuum cleaner eyes *** pop culture *** God Squad failed intro *** dark humour *** show don’t tell *** tension, foreshadowing *** turning point *** moment of truth *** I wake up lost. *** self-care, self-talk *** foreshadowing *** facts or feelings? *** yes *** actions reveals heart *** such care, the letter *** beautiful narrating of inner thoughts *** I no longer feel I am in their way. *** poetic *** I have no idea what just happened! *** yellow raft *** magnets connected by the stream of my words *** That’s the kind to find yourself someday. *** turning point *** wow, horse, surprise *** observant, caring *** Christine (her mother) *** Everything about me was all wrong . . . *** gossip at church *** Indians discovered Columbus *** To hear him talk, Indians were the center of the world. *** The edge that ran between us sprouted broken glass and barbed wire. *** So I decided to put myself in a more likely spotlight. *** I asked him not to leave me. *** I paused for a turquoise moment . . . *** I was a fish reeled on a steady line. *** I too will be brought away from the general grieving. *** mercy *** She entered wary as a cat. *** I never wished she was anybody else but who she was. *** You had to have lived my life to understand it. *** There was no undoing her. She was in her own world. *** accompaniment *** Don’t tell anyone where I’ve gone. *** buffalo *** Nothing, nothing, was worth her witnessing me made low. *** I didn’t expect to recognize his music., but I did *** It was the smell of the first page of a school notebook . . . *** I was sent. I was the only photograph still breathing. *** The pain was different . . .  *** author weaves and retrieves *** contribute to their life together ***In the middle of them, riding high and steady as a lighted island, was my own reflection looking back at me. *** Ida *** teetering between sickness and the hope for improvement *** foreshadowing *** I missed easy talk. *** Relief filled me like air. *** I didn’t calculate what my presence had added or subtracted to that house in the past, but in my absence . . .  *** deep injustice *** It was as if she was breaking, a part at a time. *** her witness *** She’s asleep . . . but she’ll want to wake for me. *** parallel, event and memories, unity *** I . . . touched his heaving shoulder. *** device, story told backward *** She would relocate to a city where she was unknown where no one would speak behind her back. *** I plotted the changes I would someday make. ***  This hill would be our refuge. *** It’s not too late for you to have your own life. *** She might just get the man she always wanted after he became disabled. *** I laid my life on the table . . .  I put myself in his broken hands. *** but she had not influence over me *** not smart in betrayal *** the eyes that didn’t see me *** She took my news as a serious matter. *** the practice of braiding *** The music poured into the dark house like water from a faucet. ***

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