Ponderings
Friday, July 19, 2024
Value
Friday, July 5, 2024
Presence
This morning I was perusing the 2023 June issue of Thin Places, a newsletter from the Westminster Presbyterian Church in Minneapolis. I was boldly thinking I could just toss it in recycling, but as it happens so often, I decided to take one more look "just to be sure". I came across a quote by Father Thomas Keating that seemed to fit well with a photograph I took in the backyard on Monday after playing my flute for a few minutes there. The message from Father Keating was:
Wednesday, July 3, 2024
Basil and Rue
This morning I walked out to the front porch to water a basil and a rue before the sun came up. I know a little about basil, but nothing about rue. Yet when I saw these two at our local nursery, I found them so beguiling that I brought them home. Rue is reported to have medicinal qualities which I will probably never test. As usual, I have been slow to repot these plants, and now the heat wave just seems too intense to subject them to such a dramatic change of venue. My gardening skills are lax which is probably why I like hanging out in other people's gardens.
Tuesday, July 2, 2024
Discovering Light
Yesterday I definitely hit a low ebb. The weather is getting hotter, and may stay hot for a while. The national news is worrisome and deeply disappointing. Yet, in the midst of languishing in my boggy malaise, I thought of a note that a friend and colleague sent me a few weeks ago about a course being offered by the Center for Spirituality in Nature. I was interested at the time, but my computer was not working, and then I simply forgot. Yesterday, I signed up for the self-paced course.
The creators of the course recommended that I find some natural spot close to where I live, and visit it every day and simply sit. I will keep my eye out for such a spot. Yet, for now, while they may not be completely natural, it is my garden, and some of the gardens around me that give me a sense of the sacred. So yesterday, I took my flute and sat in the backyard and simply played my prayer of thanks. Today, I walked in the neighborhood. This, as most of you know, I have done for years.I was making my way home when I spotted some flowers aglow in light. I had to look closer. While I knew the blossoms were actually reflecting light, the light appeared to be shining from within the plant. The air was alive with the sound of bees. I knew I was seeing and hearing creation, and yes, creation is still good, even "supremely good" (Genesis 1:31 Common English Bible).
As I sit and ponder this photograph, I feel a longing to be part of the song of light of this time. For that, I am grateful. I will try to continue on, with eyes wide open, reflecting as best I can.
Something Big is Coming
Something big is coming.
It’s still a secret, but arriving everywhere.
The atmosphere is charged with longing and searching.
The pilgrims and the mystery-lovers know.
They are gathering now
The sound of prayer drifts across the dawn.
It’s Muslim, Jew, Christian
All mingled
All religions
All this singing
One Song.
The differences are just illusion and vanity.
The sunlight looks a little different on this wall
Than it does on that.
And a lot different on this other one.
But it’s still one light.
We have borrowed these clothes
These time and place personalities
From a Light.
And when we praise,
We’re pouring them back in.
Rumi
Monday, June 24, 2024
Monday Morning
I am not always consistent with walking every day, but I definitely try to walk every Monday morning. Sundays are energetic days, and on Tuesdays I begin preparations for the next Sunday and other church matters. Therefore, Monday often feels to be my sabbath, as do my walks. On Monday mornings, I simply step out the front door and go.
This morning, as I often do, I first dropped by our community garden. Today, I found the garden being watered by the woman who created it. I know her because she also landscaped our property with CA native plants, and we continue to work together to bring sustainable life to our small patch of land. We had a short conversation full of laughter, and she expressed some concern that no one ever comes into the garden. I assured her that while I have never seen anyone else in the garden, I visit it at least a couple of times a week. I love seeing what the plants are doing and what they are bringing forth. She seemed so happy to hear that, and she then bequeathed a beautiful green zucchini to me. Yes, it is the season. As we watched a bee visit the blossoms that are still on the plant, we talked about the green beans growing on the fence behind them. I then wished her well as she prepares to travel south to visit her godchild. We hugged, and I walked on, taking in the sights and colors of what is growing in the neighborhood.
Friday, June 21, 2024
Meditations with Hildegard of Bingen, no. 1
Matthew Fox writes that he was given Sister Dorothy Stang's copy of the book, Meditations with Hildegard of Bingen, written by Sister Gabriele Uhlein,OSF, and published in 1983 by Bear and Co. This book was found at Sister Dorothy's bedside after her assassination in Brazil in 2005 where she had been working with the indigenous people to help protect the Amazon from complete deforestation by large multinational interests.
Thursday, June 20, 2024
Summer Solstice
We Westerners don't seem to pay much attention to solstices and equinoxes, and I think we lose something when we forget to note the changing of the seasons. Yes, there is much sorrow and wreckage in the world, and dreadful heat. Fire season holds our attention much more than the solstice. Yet, today, if possible, we can remember that seasons always change.
known form of locomotion, except crawling.
Thus, it stretches time and prolongs life.
Life is already too short to waste on speed."
Edward Abbey