The title of this image is Mountain Morning.  In the record heat of summer days it is good to remember that sometime in the day there will be coolness.  It is called “morning”.  Not being a morning person maybe I need to be reminded of this when I complain about the heat.  The graphic which I did it over a period of weeks suddenly came together as an expression of the coolness of a morning.  Of course I completed it in the middle of the night. May it bring you a moment of escape from the heat. And continued blessings.

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When I did this tile I wondered why we had to have this as part of the process. Of course the persons doing the stations originally had their reasons.  My wondering tinged with an impatience to finish the project, reminded me that even today the rituals of death and dying need to be completed.  Death slows down life momentarily.  Slowing down, taking time for life and reflection on it, is good in itself.

Station 13

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Body Taken Down From the Cross

When I worked with this tile the clay took over.  There was a sense of finality and acceptance.  The poem truely came out of the clay.

Death on the Cross

The heart of flesh

has done its work.

Earth and heaven join.

Time joins timeless.

Station 12- 

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The nail in this tile is embedded in the clay and fired.  

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Station 11- Crucified

Father, forgive them,

all and each.

It is done.

Into your hands….

Peace.

The creation of this particular station was painful to me as the poem will reflect, perhaps because I have a long history of working with cloth.  The cloth here is clay, yet people often ask me if it is cloth.  In the tradition this station comes immediately

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During the week of March 29-April 2, Holy Week in the Christian Tradition, I will post the final five stations ending on Good Friday. Taking a break this week.

Blessings—

This is the midway point for this witness to the journey of Jesus to crucifixion, who began by saying “I don’t want a God who ends up in the dirt” (See the First Fall), yet who chooses to continue the journey.  In this tile the heart is moving closer to the rocks of the earth, and to being claimed by the ground in burial.  There are stress marks in the clay and brokenness in the heart.

Station 9- Jesus Falls the Third Time

Your weakness grows more evident, Jesus.

You fall again.

The women of Jerusalem who cried for you–

wept– reached out– you thought of them,

not yourself. I will not abandon a God

who stumbles for all the right reasons.

We’re almost to the hill.

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The heart in this tile is turned up and receptive to the women on Jesus’ journey, and it bears the dust of the life he had lived.

Station 8 – Jesus Meets the Women of Jerusalem

I had to be there. It seemed unusually hot and dusty.

Maybe it was the pain and the anger I felt

around me and inside.

I brought my children.

There was no one to watch out for them.

Everyone was at the crucifixion spectacle,

and my children had seen violence from soldiers before.

With me at least, they could hold my hands

and I could comfort them against his pain.

I thought, “They are safe with me.”

Can I keep them safe in a world like this?

I remember what he said,

“Do not weep for me, but for yourselves

and for your children.” He loved us–

it was obvious from the first time we met him

when he played with the children

and listened to them and to me.

Now with all his suffering

we could see that his love for us

could not be washed away by pain–

though perhaps his deep regard

for us and for our children,

helped bring him to this road.

We didn’t stay long.

If I cannot keep the children safe at least I could

bring them home and comfort their hearts,

listen to them as Jesus did.

Maybe someday It will be enough.

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Halfway through the journey. Seven more stations, seven more tiles.  A weariness sets in.  I remember how difficult some days it became to complete the tile work.  Yet the journey and the work was worth it. 

Station 7 –

Jesus Falls a Second Time

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KCB