Saturday, June 11, 2011

A week of robes


My son is being confirmed at church in the morning and his robe is white.
My daughter is graduating from high school in a week or so, and from cosmetology school on Tuesday; her robe is green.

There are two robes hanging in my laundry room that represent big transitions in my children's and my life. How the heck did these robes get here so quickly?

I will never regret playing with action figures and blowing bubbles with my kids instead of worrying about dusting the furniture. I do regret not really understanding how quickly they would grow to be as tall or taller than me.


These robes got here too fast.

And still somehow, I can't wait to see what they'll look like once they put them on - and where they will go from there.
What an adventure it is and will be.

White robe - Green robe.
It's time to get dressed for what's next.

Published at TheOOZE beta on Tuesday

Dear all,
As of last Tuesday the following article and my "Jesus Walks" painting were published in the Spiritual Growth section of TheOOZE.com. This is the second article that I've submitted and has been published to an online webzine or site. Click on this link if you'd like to see the post there, or if you like I've reposted the article below.
Grace and peace,
Tara
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The Smell of Fresh-Baked Bread
(by Tara Lamont Eastman)

One of my favorite smells in the world is freshly baked bread. When I was little, my family and I lived with a neighbor as my dad was in the process of building our new home. Estella, our neighbor and close family friend, would bake all the time. So, when I got off the bus from school each day, it was a regular occurrence for me to have freshly baked snacks to eat. Sometimes she would make cookies, sometimes apple turn overs, but more often than not, Estella would bake bread.

The smell of the bread would travel through her house and waft out the windows and doors to beacon me inside when I returned home from school. The fragrance of fresh-baked bread led me to a safe, warm, kitchen after a long day at school. My traveling feet found a place to rest in Estella’s kitchen. Estella’s bread had a way of resetting my heart and mind on good things, even after a hard day.

In the account of Jesus on the road to Emmaus, two of his followers are traveling along the road. They are tired from the journey and sad because they didn’t know that Jesus had risen from the grave. The disciples are joined by Jesus, but they don’t recognize him.

The road to Emmaus was almost seven miles long. Why do you think his disciples did not recognize him?

Some people think it took so long for them to recognize Jesus, because they had not yet heard of his resurrection. The disciples of Jesus were in a place of sadness and loss. In sad times, it can be hard to see the good things that surround us. Perhaps, after walking with Jesus for a distance, sharing stories of his life and memories together and then sitting down for a meal; allowed the disciples to begin to see some good. In that moment of Jesus breaking bread all their senses communicated the good news that Jesus was with them. Their eyes saw him, their ears heard his voice, and their noses smelled the sweet fragrance of fresh bread. It is only when Jesus was at the table with them, blesses and breaks the bread, that they finally see him for who he is.

Just like the disciples at the beginning of the Emmaus road, we can forget what it’s like to be with Jesus. All the sad things can keep us from seeing, hearing and smelling the goodness of God that is always with us. Catching a whiff of fresh baked bread has a way of bringing the good, to comforting and the sweet back into reach of our senses that need his presence and peace.

Jesus walks with us on every road we travel, but our eyes and ears need to be open to be aware of it.

Prayer:
Dear God,
Open our eyes to see You are with us, open our ears to hear You leading us on the path we walk. Help us to be more aware that You are with us in all places and times. May Your presence, peace and love be the bread of our life.
Amen.
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Tara Lamont Eastman has been writing, drawing a creating since she was big enough to see over a church pew and doodle on attendance cards with a tiny pencil while sitting in church. Today, Tara works in youth and family ministry – is a teaching artist for a grass roots arts agency – and writes for the joy of it. Tara resides in South Western NY with her husband, two teenage children and dog. She is seldom seen without a notebook and pencil close by. The Image heading this article is entitled “Jesus Walks” and is a multi media piece created by the author. You can follower her on her blog.