By Brooke Maffia Wang
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At 8 years old my daughter wanted a snake, tarantula, turtle, or a fox. I agreed to a fish. A week after getting the beta fish she named Luno he seemed at the end of his time with us. However, he hug on for weeks. Just lying at the bottom of the tank. I changed the water, lighting, and tried all the things to help him do more than just exist. Shocked he was still alive we decided to get three guppies to live in the 2 gallon tank with him, mostly to make my daughter feel better about having what she called “a boring fish.” 

A day or less after we added the three lively guppies to the tank his behavior totally changed. Luno would swim around the tank, sleep behind the filter instead of on the rocks on the bottom, and looked as happy as I assume a fish could look. All we did was put him with other fish. He didn’t particularly seem to want to play with them or like them, but having them there completely changed his behavior.

I realize he is a fish and us humans are completely different animals. (And, hindsight we learned that you’re not supposed to put beta’s with guppies. Oops.) However, by watching what happened with Luno my soul was a reminded of how important the people around us are. Community is not a suggestion, it’s a necessity for life. And, it can be hard. Sometimes we don’t get to choose who we are in community with. 

In this transition place of summer ending (or ended, we’re in full swing of school and sports) and the new semester beginning, consider taking a few beats to notice the different communities you find yourself apart of.  Which ones are life-giving? Which ones require more from you? Within those spaces, what do you offer and what do you receive? Are there any that you’ve outgrown or perhaps a new one inviting you in?

By Wendy Lew Toda




​Why think twice?
who cares?
inconsequential
we murmur
noses in the air.


But there it is
in the nuances of decision
a rash move here
a hesitation there
by these we shift the trajectory 
of our lives
choice by choice
practicing ourselves into
who we become
in a year
in a decade
in a lifetime.

Decide now what posture
no matter the context
feet planted in courage
toes dug deep in calm 
The latest news rushes in
breathlessly gunning to 
sweep us off balance
let the frenzy go raging by
be anchored in peace
in the middle of chaos
the clear voice of wisdom
calls steady and true
the plumb line
for choosing in the everyday
raising the floor  
of our capacity to do what’s right
under duress
practicing when it’s awkward
uncomfortable
risky

so that

when fire comes for us
as it will
we are ready and resolute
standing tall
voices lifted as 
we move out together
joy as our strength
character burned into us
by all we have chosen and 
by all that has chosen us.

By Brooke Maffia Wang

“The second people felt alone… usually in the space between things— leaving a therapy session, at a red light, standing in a checkout line, riding the elevator— they picked up devices and ran away from that feeling. In a state of perpetual distraction, they seemed to be losing the ability to be with others and losing their ability to be with themselves.” — Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk To Someone


The buzz and awkward social exchanges were palpable in the theater of a thousand-ish people who had just placed their cell phones in an unassuming green pouch that locked for the next two and half hours. It was a requirement to see Bruno Mars live in Las Vegas. 

Right of center stage, in the front row of the balcony, at the MGM park theater we all erupt to our feet. The fiercely dressed young black couple to my left, my Asian husband in his tired Nike’s next to me, and the balding white man in is 50’s decking his Hawaiian shirt that barely covered his pot belly— who had already started dancing before the music began. 

Bruno is hands down an extremely talented entertainer. However, what made this experience powerful, and more than a concert, was the collective positive moment of human connection and presence he invited us strangers into. He set us up to be able to receive the gift of being in the present moment. Each from different places in life, but we were there together. We felt the thump in our chest, let the energy move our bodies, and lived in real time. We savored as it penetrated our ears and hearts. 

Fascinating that Bruno had effectively shifted the collective focus of this group of strangers (and let’s be honest, spiked some anxiety) before he even taken the stage. Beauty, connection, presence, delight and so much more were created by this generous exclusion. The phone and all it connects me with did not get to be in this space, but what was received by setting this boundary, by being present to the moment, was so valuable. 

What if connecting and practicing presence in today’s world has something to do with embracing those moments of awkward, uncomfortable, slow spaces? What potential lies in the spaces that can easily be labeled waste? 

Maybe it’s not your cell phone, but what are your instinctive responses when you feel alone or in transition spaces? Is there a place you could practice generous exclusion to invite more presence and connection? A boundary you could practice to help you show up to the present moment just a bit more or in a new way? 

This week may your ears and heart be penetrated and your body moved as you attend and savor the beautiful that crosses your path. 

By Diane Pate
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Recently my husband and I visited Alaska. Since one of our stops was Skagway, a friend asked me to look up the little church where her brother had pastored for thirteen years. It was a beautiful sunny day and the church was easy to find. After all, Skagway had only three or four main streets. The location was stunning. Everything was green and the town was surrounded by spectacular mountains. Kids were riding bikes on the streets and children were playing in one yard we passed. It seemed idyllic and we felt envious of this pastor.

It was only after exploring the town and talking to locals, that we came to realize that sunny days were an exception. It was dark, stormy and cold most of the year. There was only one small, very expensive market and the town was extremely isolated. How did this man and his family remain for thirteen years?

​As my friend has talked about her brother over the years, one thing I have noticed about him is that he has said yes to the invitation to a shared life with others. This is one of the great lessons we can learn from monastic communities as well. Monks who enter a monastery take a vow of stability that grounds them in certain places for life. While most of us are not called to remain in one space for life, we all would do well to follow the spiritual practice of a commitment to stability. Contemplative life is not a solo enterprise. In a commitment to stability, we withstand the disturbances and annoyances of others for the sake of union with God and union with each other. For some of us, this may well mean a deep rootedness to one place and community.
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This commitment to stability is no easy task. Choosing to remain for the long haul in our transient culture can be a modern-day miracle, as in the case of this Alaskan paster. But we all are called to remain connected with others, especially in moments of conflict, tension and anxiety. In the contemplative practice of spiritual direction, the goal is beholding, but not only a beholding of God; we also need to be beholding each other.

​In light of this spiritual practice of commitment to stability where do you sense God’s invitation? How have you practiced stability in the past? How has it affected your life?