I was reading to my girls today and was held for a moment by this page in our book.
And I thought about one of the first questions I asked in this space: “Are there things outside the boundaries that may be life giving?”
I ordered a new journal this week, a sketchbook actually, because I wanted more space and no lines.
I have a sense that there are things outside the Catholic tradition that will help me to more deeply understand and appreciate what is held within. This is relatively new territory for me. I have not spent much time asking questions outside the boundaries of the Church. I love the idea of knowing diverse sets of people, but the idea of finding and forging those relationship makes me uncomfortable. A mix of introversion and self-doubt overshadows my desire to know and care for people with languages and cultures that are unfamiliar to me. The idea of coloring outside the lines is exciting and scary to me. I’d like to bring an eraser along in case it gets too messy.
In dreaming about the church this week, I was intentional about thinking about the possibilities of what could be. I wanted to be sure that I was dreaming into possibilities, not simply trying to correct current ills. Being in this space with you all is helping me to widen my perspective and dream bigger still.
Dreaming is not a solo act. If I am dreaming of a community where “each person has the space to live fully into their own vocation and be in community with others who are doing the same,” then my dreams need to hold space for the dreams of others–even when they make things look messier and draw me into uncharted spaces.