Our Newborn Joy


A word, softly spoken
Impregnates our busy lives
Swelling the recollection
We are already loved.

A prayer for Advent

Jamie Coats December 2012

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Bean & Leaf

She walked into the bar and saw him immediately, the Greenman. His face was made of leaves, he wore a summer suit and a floral Liberty print tie displaying a riot of flowers tastefully tumbling down his front. She sat next to him. She was wearing a small silk pouch around her neck that matched the color of her dress. The pouch hung over her heart. She took the pouch off and put it onto the bar between them. She opened it, revealing a white lined interior holding a variety of beans. He pointed at one and she smiled. He looked up and his eyes caught the bar tender’s attention. He ordered and the bar tender produced what looked like a pint of Guinness for him and a bottle of mineral water for her. His pint was actually filled with deep, rich, dark earth. He pushed his finger into the earth making a hole, she put the bean in, closed the hole and then she poured a little of her fresh spring water into the pint and it soaked in. The seed in the caring earth felt the water ignite its inner strength of life, sprouted and soon a tender new leaf unfurled … to their delight and to everyone else at the bar’s surprise.

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The Green Man and Pegasus

At a bar met the Green Man
Who asks, “Like a word?”

“I am looking for Emmanuel,
Emma for short.”

“Go to my barn, take some lessons,
I’ve just the horse for you, Pegasus.

What a winged horse,
Asked for a barn right on the cliff edge

So he’d be able to leap straight into the air.
No, I said, erosion happens.

You’ll have a barn way back from the edge.
From the barn you can still see the sea.

I built the barn from the sacred tree,
The one on which he died.

At the barn take Pegasus out of his stall.
Groom his winter coat so fine,

Put some fluff in a can.
Pick up his feet, pick out his hooves,

Open his mouth, put in the bit
Bend his ears forward, reins over his head.

Saddle him up, check the girth again and again.
You don’t want to fall off up in the air.

Take time to be responsible,
Ride him around the paddock

Until he’s done his business.
I want no defecating from on high.

Then ride off the cliff edge,
To people’s surprise you’ll not fall to your death

But rise into the sky.
Now before you go

Come back to the bar.
Ask my friends each for a word,

A caterpillar one that crawls around inside
Eating up their lives.

Put the words in your can,
Shut the lid all cozy

They’ll turn into chrysali.
Then on Pegasus take off,

Straight into the storm sky
Ride ‘till the sun appears.

Then open that can
And butterflies will pour out

Leaving a rainbow trail
Arching color across the sky.

On your return tell your daughter
If she has a nightmare

She can snuck into his stall
And curl up under his wing.

You’ll find Emma, you’ll find her
You’ll find home, you’ll find us all, partner.

Know what grows, dies, returns.
Seasons and heartbeats understand.

Here’s to bars and barns
Places for you to be a Green Man.”

Theme for 2012

Jamie Coats February 2012

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Glimpse of Light

A door slams, locking us in the dark.
The handle spins uselessly in our grasp.

We see a tiny cross-shaped eye hole,
We catch a glimpse of light.

Keep looking, light dissolves the door,
We will step from darkness into light.

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Stations of the Christ – 8 Visions – Index

The Stations of the Christ is a transcription of eight visionary experiences that I had during Lent 2004.

Introduction: How it Began

Vision 1: Christ Reigns

Vision 2: In Boots, Behold God!

Vision 3: The Keys to Heaven

Vision 4: The Virgin Void

Vision 5: Blind Apostles

Vision 6: Crucify Her

Vision 7: Resurrection, Easter Egg

Vision 8: You, God Incarnate

 

Next Chapter >

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Beautiful Reminders

The love of God
Is like a butterfly
That reminds us
That we are as
Beautiful as flowers
And in our darkest heart
Is the love giving
Nectar of life.

I am part of a team working with the Brothers of the Society of Saint the Evangelist at their Monastery in Cambridge, Massachusetts on communication.  One catch phrase for our team is “Let’s send a butterfly.” A butterfly is a postcard, a booklet, a bookmark, a photograph that is so beautiful that people will put it on their mantelpiece, display it in their home.  The Brothers have a wonderful eye for beauty and simplicity and profound way for reminding people that they are loved by God.

Using on demand printer services like  Lulu.comDigitallizard.com,  Blurb.com and photo services like Snapfish or Shutterfly it is now possible to produce small print runs of stunning prayer cards, booklets, photo-booklets, and calendars.

Please think how you and your church can send someone a butterfly that reminds them that they are beautiful and loved by God.

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The Best Way to be Blocked

Part of the Vestry Papers issue on Innovative Stewardship

I’m not alone when making the observation that often, as we look ahead, our paths seem blocked and full of obstacles. While the Kingdom of Heaven may be right under our nose and what we need may be close at hand, we fail to see it due to the distractions of our tough/hectic/busy/pressured/rushed lives. Perhaps we need to consider a different way of seeing. Perhaps we need a new way to visualize being blocked.

There is nothing more wonderful
Than to have one’s way
Blocked by an angel,
Holding a gift from God
A practice when received
Let’s us feel God’s love.

This verse is one of a series of poems I wrote  (The Grief & Wonder Trilogy) to cope with my anguish over the death of my sister, Emma. People would sometimes say, “You must feel terrible!” (Note no question mark). Yes I did feel terrible at times but often I found myself surrounded by angels who blocked my way with kindness and care. I experienced incredible joy on a difficult road.

The thought “being blocked by an angel” celebrates that kindness.

While meeting with my spiritual director during a difficult time, I prayed for guidance. The result? I jotted down the following, what I’ve come to call my “Rules of the Heart:”

  1. Breathe in God’s Love.
  2. Stop; part your time to make space for God.
  3. Say out loud “I love you” to the names of friends and foes.
  4. Humbly ask for God’s help and the help of all around.
  5. Know nothing; listen deeply for God’s joy in all.
  6. Shake and shudder to let go of physical attachments; feel God’s spirit flow.
  7. Die well; accept each day to sleep in God’s peace.

Each morning on my commute, I recite these Rules out loud. My favorite is “Know nothing; listen deeply for God’s joy in all.”

I also wonder what “Angel” I will meet that day, who will surprise me with some wonderful practice that touches my heart. I also wonder if I will be awake enough to stop and think, or even say “Wow, how beautiful!” or “Thanks for blocking my path with kindness.” In the evening I reflect on the unexpected surprises that came my way during the day.

My most surprising angel visit involved knitting. Thinking I could help, I once asked a concerned-looking colleague how she was doing. She answered, “I’d rather be knitting but I haven’t since my father died.”

Without thinking, I replied, “Would you teach me to knit?” “Wednesday lunchtime,” she said.

She taught me to knit. Then, I taught my daughter, who was six at the time, to knit and in the process, learned about practices and relationships that women seem to know much better than men. Knitting: What a wonderful practice to feel God’s love.

Here’s how to practice being blocked by an angel:

  1. In the morning wonder out loud: “What Angel might I meet today?” or, “Know nothing; listen deeply for God’s joy in all,” or something of your own devising…
  2. Listen during the day and be open to receive.
  3. Thank people with paradoxical words that combine stopping and thanking: “You made me stop and smile.” “Thank you for blocking my way with kindness.” “It is wonderful to be disrupted by something so beautiful.” etc.
  4. In the evening take stock and give thanks to God.

I believe angels surround every one of us with gifts, if we stop, receive and thank God. In my work I have the privilege of having to thank people for being generous to the Brothers of the Society of Saint John the Evangelist. No matter how many gifts come in, I still love the surprise of each one. I love to make gratitude telephone calls; the rule I follow for these calls is to just say thanks. I love to say, “I came into work today and had my day stopped for a moment to reflect on your kindness.”

When was the last time you stopped to reflect on the ways your life may have been blocked by an angel?


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How to be a Winged-Boot Fitter

This article was written for the Episcopal Church Foundation Vital Practices Website http://www.ecfvp.org/

In Lent 2004 I had a vision during a meditation and wrote down a story entitled “In Boots Behold God” that told of Jesus giving me a pair of winged-boots and instructing me to “go fit boots!” Since this story emerged I have come to see my vocation as being the winged-boot fitter, who helps others to make spirited and rooted next steps in their lives and organizations. At least that is what I try to do. I now describe myself in my bio as “A communication messenger for the religious, as an appreciator of the story of Hermes and the story of Jesus’ washing the disciples’ feet” and that I am a “winged-boot fitter for monks.”

How to be a Winged-Boot Fitter
I ask:

  1. Where do you want to go? What is your vision? Please take a blank sheet of paper and put it under your foot and draw of outline of your foot. This can be done in a restaurant with napkin. This can be done with the shoe on or off.
  2. Where are you stuck? Take the foot outline and fill in everything that is stuck in your work or life. Please take another blank sheet and draw round your other foot.
  3. What is one step out of stuckness? Reflect, mediate, pray and then write down what get you moving towards your vision.

What I have learned from using this exercise is that it takes people out their heads and makes them, in some way, think with their whole body. It allows people to surface major issues that stop their whole progress or their organization’s progress. What I have also found is that what people are desperate for is “One step out of stuckness.” They do not need comprehensive answers, brilliant ideas, and other people’s examples. They want their own “One step out of stuckness.” They want to be fitted with their own pair of winged boots.

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Hit by a Bus Haiku

I am, roadside down
Hit by a bus out biking,
Tears, loving my child

Jamie Coats     August 2009

On July 31, 2009 I was hit by a bus while bicycling to work. As I lay on the ground an apparition of my daughter appeared before me.

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Primo Levi

Primo Levi dared to face memories
Most of us would bury.
He looked into the face of Hell
And brought it to the surface
For all to see, once and for all.

Wherever he looked
Wherever he went
He carried Satan’s image
To warn us.

He was brave enough to live with the Devil
To expose him
To protect us.

We did not recognize him.
Let us forget.
Bury it.
Hide it.
Anything but remember.

We did not hold his hand
Give him the love
The love of humanity.

Alone
He said goodbye.

Jamie Coats     August 1987

On April 11, 1987 42 years after being rescued from Auschwitz Primo Levi fell to his death in the stair-well of the Turin apartment building where he was born and lived.

In August 1987 I met Primo Levi’s sister at a dinner party. She did not mention her brother but I left the party feeling grief-stricken. I read a number of his works and wrote this poem.

On April 11, 2010 my sister Emma was admitted to the John Radcliffe Hospital trauma unit following a fall. I think she would have have understood this poem.

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