2023.02.23 TOTTERING. Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post

As I stood at the foot of the Town Hall steps in my small Connecticut town, about to enter to change my political party affiliation from Republican to Democrat, I froze. What would Dad say? He was in my heart, not my politics.  

Over the years Dad and I had bickered about differences. He was a staunch Republican, preaching his fear of more war, apparently all caused by Democrats. I’d argued, then voted Republican. But it was 1972. Everyone paid attention. Votes mattered as much as party affiliation. For the first time I put a partisan label —Democrat—on my voting. I couldn’t vote Republican as usual. I couldn’t tell Dad. How he voted mattered less to me than my affection for him. 

Now in 2025, similar issues face our country. Will we be able to live as if we actually are We the People? Will we have the courage to  stand up straight and forgive political rivals like President Ford did when he pardoned Nixon? Many thought Ford foolish. I thought him courageously compassionate.

As an Episcopal priest, now retired, I still remember holding my breath in 1976 when the Episcopal Church voted in favor of ordaining women as priests. I had also wept when my long-Presbyterian dad knelt before an Episcopal bishop to be received into the Episcopal Church.

All Creation, I now believe, is non-partisan, politically ordered, and equally blessed. Oh no? Consider the politics of Divinity envisioned by the biblical Job after a lifetime of politicking his particular version of God.  

2025.02.16 EVEN THE POET LOBBIES, Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson (1830–1886), one of the most influential American poets, is known for her introspective and innovative poetry. Despite her reclusive nature, Dickinson explored profound themes such as life, death, nature, and personal responsibility. Her poems often feature unusual punctuation, capitalization, and a distinctive meter, all of which have contributed to her legacy as a unique voice in American literature.

"If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking" is one of Dickinson’s more straightforward and brief poems, yet it carries a powerful message about the human capacity for empathy and the value of small, compassionate acts. The poem reflects her belief that life’s purpose is found not in grand gestures, multiple activities, or fame, but in simple, selfless kindness as you simply LISTEN to those who actually do live next door, or at least live next door to your heart. 

2025.02.09 ODD EPIPHANIES. Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post

’Tis the season to be wary. Grim and gruesome, scary and sudden, wild and weird, beloved and bewildered, insane and inane, in flight and buried—all at once and never before.  Here I am.  

Our President makes sweeping plans for lands and people not his own, not in his jurisdiction, not in his heart. All these people want is the same thing we all want, already bestowed by Divinity on ALL creation from the beginning. What is that gift?  FREEDOM? Deeper than that.

One of the most beautiful recordings I’ve ever heard is one someone taped from within a womb—the steady gentle thrumming of a mother’s heartbeat. When I heard it I felt instantly serene, calm, gentled no matter what was going on. Odd. 

Do most children obey as they grow, because they are afraid?  No, it is because they receive and give LOVE. Love is the most precious gift anyone can receive, and it is the most precious gift anyone can give, and it is what Divinity first gives. Such is the divine mystery.

Intimacy precedes independence.  

In the beginning.  

2025.02.02 Presenting For Real? Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post

I wonder what the Jesus story of Presentation we love to tell was like in real life?

We ought not allow him his divinity unless we also allow him his humanity.

Can you imagine Jesus as an infant going to temple for the first time and not squawking and howling in protest?  There were no pacifiers in those days. His poor parents were just trying to obey the laws of the Temple and hush their baby at once.

My mother always told me that when I was baptized I was “a little lamb” never bleating or peeping.  I did not believe her. Later she told me she always kept her pinkie finger/pacifier handy to put into my mouth when I got restless. 

By the time I really could squawk or bleat was when she insisted I “come out”, that is, be a debutante. I clutched my father’s arm as tightly as I could and we paraded forth. “Coming out” they called it. Out of what ? Out of my mind, I thought.

Traditions are worthy and often lovely, yet sometimes we simply need to honor Divinity alongside Humanity in equal portions.