Call me River Adams.
Welcome to my Mt. Horeb. Actually, it’s a pretty ugly brick building on a paved-over hill, and my cave in it is a tiny studio near the top, but I came to it by a way remarkably similar to Elijah’s, if you ignore the geography and the jet airplane. And here I heard the same still, small voice he had heard, so here I stayed to live.
This is a space for thoughts about God and the world. Theology, cosmology, faith and faithlessness, things coming together and falling apart. About Love that holds the world together, about mysticism and pluralism. Eschatology and ethical imperatives. And the minutae of our lives. All of which are the same thing, really.
This is mainly a blog, and its posts contain reflections on the questions as grand as why God created the world, as well as my personal story. But this is more than a blog: wander through the other caves for brief daily thoughts, for some poetry, or for some fiction.
In real life my name is Maria Catherine, and I am a writer, a professor of theology and world religions, a musician, an atheist become Catholic Christian, and a Russian Jew become American. River Adams is my pen name, my writing persona. Oh, and if you’d like a glimpse into the journey I’ve so closely followed to my 21st century Horeb, here it is in ancient images and enduring insights. This is how I got here:
Elijah was afraid, and he ran… He sat under a broom tree and prayed that he might die. … Then he lay down under the tree and fell asleep. … The angel of the Lord…touched him and said, “Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you.” So he got up and ate and drank. Strengthened by that food, he traveled forty days and forty nights until he reached Horeb, the mountain of God. There he went into a cave and spent the night.
And the word of the Lord came to him: “What are you doing here, Elijah?” … The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.” Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake there came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. After the fire came a still, small voice. … And the voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
1 Kings 19:3-13
The morning sky
is a conversation
Every unsaid thing
in one ecstatic breath