I was recently asked via e-mail if I was LGBTQ friendly. It wasn’t clear on my website and the person wanted to know before making an appointment with me for spiritual direction whether or not I was going to reject them right away. They likely thought I would. It broke my heart to read their question and explanation of why they had to ask it. I could sense their pain as they searched the internet for someone who would accept them as they are. In considering how to answer, I wanted to honor their question with the hurt and frustration behind it, while at the same time, conveying to them the truth that what your sexuality is does not matter in relation to your worth, not to God and not to me.
What I came up with after some careful thought was the simple reply, “I’m everybody friendly! LGBTQ or not, it makes no difference to me.” The answer went over well, but, months later, their question still rings in my head. For several years, I have been a part of a Quaker yearly meeting that has been talking about this very issue and it’s a contentious one to say the least. Though we are not alone in this as an organization, I know many are asking themselves the same questions; it is the one I am in the middle of and the one where many friends I care about also reside. That we are arguing about it and gravely hurting people along the way makes me want to sink to my knees on the floor and weep. How could we, who supposedly have dedicated our lives to knowing God, the giver of love, be so unloving to the people around us who exemplify the very God we claim to celebrate?
Trying to Speak to Everyone – Including Northwest Yearly Meeting
In past years of yearly meeting, I’ve spoken on the floor of business meeting for this community while not stating my conviction outright. I usually saved that for the less formal meetings held later in the evening between the young(ish) adults and the elders. But this person’s question has made me realize that by not being completely open with my heart, that I am still hurting those I care about. I’ve wanted to be able to speak to everyone, to try and be welcomed everywhere but I am learning more and more that it’s not my place to be quiet in order to move around freely. That freedom comes from inside. My ministry of love is with those on the outside edges who have been pushed away or who have walked away because their questions are not honored in a more traditional church setting, whatever that looks like for them. My place is to stand in the wilderness and give water to the thirsty and rest for the weary. I want to be there for people who are no longer satisfied with a theological box, who are longing for more than what they’ve been given. And so I’ll openly be there with a glass of water, a comforting blanket, and a good talk no matter who they are.
What I still don’t understand is how so many people can write off such a huge segment of our humanity because of a label. This can be applied to race or gender or any number of characteristics, but none of the labels can ever begin to describe the soul, that eternal light and energy that is so breathtakingly beautiful to behold. I can’t imagine looking away from it let alone shutting it out. I think of my family and friends, many of whom are lesbian, bisexual, gay, and transgendered. They are among the kindest, most compassionate and loving people I have ever known. God just oozes out of them and their light is so dazzling, I feel happier and more at peace just by being in their company. They have often been the ones to welcome me in when other people with more traditional beliefs left me out. Why would we ever want to degrade someone like that or label them as a lower class of person let alone close the door in their face? Let the light in! It does not matter who you’re attracted to or what gender you identify with. You are dearly loved. God loves us all. We are all equal – of equal value and equally delighted in by the Divine.
After one business session at yearly meeting where I’d spoken on this issue at the microphone, a woman came up to me during the break, thanked me for what I’d said, and wanted to introduce me to her partner. It was a great honor I will always treasure. She was so courageous. Having people like them and the person who asked me this question in the first place know they can come to me and that I’ll honor who they are and who they want to be with God, that I will do my very best to love them with Divine open arms, to be present with them, is why I’m writing this. Thank you for making me take a good look at my choices, at what I choose to write and speak about, and for honoring me with your vulnerability.
Correcting the Oversight
I now feel sorry for all those other people who wouldn’t have met with the one who e-mailed me because they missed out on getting to know an incredibly beautiful person anyone would be extraordinarily lucky to know. But not too sorry, because that means I get to enjoy knowing the light of their spirit. After all, while this person’s sexuality may not matter to me or to God, who they are – that means the world to the both of us.
To correct this oversight of not stating my convictions clearly, the following has now been added to the spiritual direction page on my website:
“As a companion on your journey, I will hold our time together and what is said in the utmost respect and confidentiality. I will create a safe and prayerful space for you to rest in and will hold you up in prayer before, during, and after our sessions together. In that spirit, as every part of who you are is beautiful and an expression of God, including, but not limited to, your religion, sexuality, and race, I welcome, fully embrace, and will hold safe whatever makes up the unique gift of you in this time and place.”
If I were a tree, I would be standing with branches bare after experiencing a fierce windstorm which blew all my brown leaves down to the ground and far away. Shivering and feeling vulnerable, my twigs and trunk have long been wondering, “Why am I here?” followed close behind with, “What do I do now?” Read More
Picking the cover for Finding Love’s Way was the hardest decision I’ve had to make yet. I was stuck between two options: a brown one with beige lettering and a beige one with brown lettering. They both fit different aspects of the book and I loved them both for different reasons. Hoping for clarification, I asked my editors and several friends. They were pretty evenly divided themselves though they said either one would be great. How on earth was I supposed to choose between the two? Read More
As I’ve been working on writing the last 10% of the book, I’ve also given a lot of thought to the illustrations. Though in an earlier post I shared I would be creating a few drawings of my own for the start of the sections, I have gone back and forth whether to use a graphic of a labyrinth or my own art. Publishing a book is not a straightforward affair and decisions are often remade, choices changed.
For weeks, I’ve been working with a manuscript made up of my editors’ original papers all marked up with four different people’s edits. Having already entered all the changes in to the computer, what I had in front of me no longer reflected what the actual poems were. I needed to print out a clean manuscript. When we’re in the midst of working on a book, at times we need to stop and take stock of where we’re at. How is it shaping up? What else needs to be written? Now that you can see the words without all the pen marks, is there more editing? Read More
When I started talking to my editors about this book, I gave them special permission to ask any question they wanted, inquire about the back story of any poem. They have only taken advantage of this once and when they did, it was to ask if a poem was about romantic love. I assured them it was not and then I explained to them my three self-imposed rules limiting what I write. Read More
buttons on my clothing so everyone around me is prepared for what may come.
say may and can be used in my next book.”
Much of my poetry is inspired by what I experience in life whether
it’s watching a man dancing with wild abandon or the words said by a friend as
she hugs me. I take those moments that stay with me, haunting my deeper
awareness, and turn them around in my head by writing them down. If the poems
are good enough, I then share them in a book or magazine. Though most readers
will never recognize where the words come from, some who know my heart well
will recognize themselves and the words I’ve shared with them in the lines. The
experiences of my life are what I draw on to share larger truths and I often
include those I love in my words as it’s another way to treasure their presence
in my life.
to see in you the face of God.”
Sometimes when I’m looking at people, I see God in their
faces. It’s such a beautiful sight and once in a while, what I see inspires
what I write. One night I watched a woman at a concert clapping and dancing in
her seat. I imagined it was God singing along and taking joy in the ones
onstage. Another night I watched my art teacher work her way around the room
encouraging and praising every student for their work. I take these moments of
visibly seeing the qualities of God and include them in whatever I’m writing
whether it’s an article or poem to illustrate my point or to give readers an
image of God they not have thought of yet. It’s a joy to be always looking
deeper into those around me to find God.
book, you can bet I’m keeping my eyes and ears open for experiences I can use
whether or not the people around me know about the invisible warnings. You
never know what I’m going to come up with next.
weeks, my editors have been across the board concerning how much of the book
they’ve worked on. One editor has been through two out of three poetry batches
and my other editors have only gone through the first. In between trips and
holidays, I’ve been working on catching everyone up to the same point. Last
week, I stayed with one of my editors so we could go over the third batch. In a
few days, I’ll meet with my other two editors after they’ve arrived at the same
point. I’m looking forward to hearing what they think of the new material and
discussing some changes to writing they’ve already seen. I also want to start
discussing the order of the book with them.
somewhat stressful having people at different places and keeping track of who
has seen what but I would rather have this be a fun experience for my editors
with no pressure to be done by a certain time. This is not always a grace I can
confer but with no strict timeline to follow, I’m giving us all space. Two of
my editors, especially, have enjoyed spacing the poems out, reflecting on one each
want to get to is having a clean manuscript to set aside for a while. Once I’ve
talked with everybody and made corrections to the master files, then backed
them up, of course, I’ll print out all the poems, place them in the order I
want them, and then store the manuscript away for a time so I can focus on writing
the rest of the book.
at this point in the process before with the other books, I‘ve juggled two hats:
one as a writer and one as a publisher. It’s a dichotomy I’m well used to as
this is my fifth book but a benefit of taking my time with Finding Love’s Way is I can concentrate on one hat at a time
whereas I usually have to juggle both in nearly equal measure. I deeply believe
this book will be better for it. A beautiful place to be, I anticipate marking
off the majority of the book as having been completely approved for publication
and then having everyone on the same page once again.
made a decision to not pin down a book publishing date for Finding Love’s Way. With all my other books I’ve had firm deadlines
but with this one, I’m giving myself the grace to let the book take its own
course for however long it needs. As authors, we have a tendency to rush things
along, to curtail the process because we’re tired of slogging through the
manuscript and want to be done or we’re so excited to see it published, we
don’t take the time to refine the sharp edges. Only later do we find the
errors, the improvements we could have made if we’d simply taken the time. Such
a book is often badly written and hard to read. No time was taken to refine the
work and remove the excess verbiage. I don’t want to let that happen with this
book and the difference I’ve experienced in choosing to not have a definitive
timeline has been, for me, refreshing. There’s no pressure; I can let the book
become whatever it desires and give myself the time to make any corrections
before it goes to print.
so personal, so much about growing into the deeper meaning of love, by giving
it space, I’ve also given myself space to develop and learn. At different
times, I’ve let the manuscript collect dust so I can come back to it with new eyes
when I’m not so attached to what I’ve already written. By tweaking the words after
a time of rest, I better understand what each section needs, where I want to go
with each poem, and I can change phrases to form a more cohesive whole making one
poem blend into the next. Truths I learn in the latter half of the writing
stage can be worked into the first.
tendency authors have is to let a manuscript sit so long that it’s never
published. Or we might have a hard time letting the manuscript go—we keep going
over it with a fine-tooth comb. Though I am all for the editing process and
making sure a book is ready to be published, there has to come a time when we
come to the end and release it. There has to be a point when we call it good
and put down the red pen.
the difference between when a book is done and when it needs more work? How do
we know when to keep going and when to stop? For myself, I listen to that voice
deep inside that just knows. My
intuition has served me well. My editors, too, help a great deal. They’re good
at letting me know when something still isn’t working or when it’s ready to go.
I trust their advice even as I make the final decisions.
in the process, I know I’m far from being finished with the writing. There are
still holes throughout the book: three larger holes and thirteen small ones. The
poems are like seeds in a garden that haven’t sprouted yet. They need time to
grow, time to send down roots and mature. I don’t want to give in to the temptation
to hurry them along just to have a “completed” manuscript. The point I want to
get across would be scraggly, weak, and unfulfilling. After putting so much
effort into all the other poems, I want to give these poetry holes the same
treatment. There are things I’m learning and thinking about every day, pieces
I’m being given I know I want to include, new understandings to build in. When
they are ready, the poems will be there tumbling out of my mouth onto the
paper. They will be what they were meant to be because I waited, because I let them
grow until there were ready. Only by choosing to not have a publish-by-date has
this been possible.
have to have a due date. There is no way to get around it, an article or book
has to be ready by a certain time. In this case, don’t put things off until the
last moment. Use the entire time you’re given. Give it thought and listen to
your editors. I am sure there will be books down the road with a tighter
deadline but since I have a choice with this one, I’m taking all the time it
needs. When I have at last finished writing and editing the material, I know it
will have been done right and done well.
see what a book looks like that’s had time to really come together in the way
it should. I’m excited to see what truths come out that wouldn’t have been
otherwise thought of. What will I learn through this process of not rushing
myself or anyone else helping me with the book? We move forward, certainly, but
the pace is steady with time to enjoy the journey.
Last week, I opened the manuscript and took a second look at how one poem
flowed into another. Laid out on my living room floor, I went through the whole
manuscript, line by line, and on a pad of paper, wrote out what part each poem
plays in the larger storyline. Going through the book like this gave me a
chance to appreciate and refine the curves and turns along the way.
amazed at how the placement of a poem influenced its meaning and gave it
greater depth. At others, I found holes where the storyline left off and where
the book needs new material to fill the gaps. This is actually a relief to me
for I know I’m not done writing what I have percolating inside quite yet. I
know there’s more.
process, I have a far better grasp of where I am on the timeline of having the
manuscript completed. I can see the larger picture and can thus focus my
writing efforts on what the book really needs instead of a more scattered
approach just to get to a total number of poems in the table of contents. Each
piece now comes under closer scrutiny. Does it work? Is something not here that
should be? Is this message repeated elsewhere? It will be a fun challenge to
answer these questions as I work on writing poems for the open spaces using
whatever inspiration comes my way.