Perhaps last night’s journaling sensed what would come to life at 2am as I watched the night sky from the River House deck.
A shooting, falling star is like “a bright, fragile ‘I am'” … “As our metal eyes wake / to absolute night, / where whispers fly / from the beginning of time, / we cup our ears to the heavens.” ~ We Are Listening by Diane Ackerman
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From Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditations: “No matter the outcome of political machinations and the strivings of empire, there is a quiet stream of loving resistance that values the true riches of the Kingdom of God–the poor, the vulnerable, the oppressed, the marginalized. It is the way that leads to Life.” ~Ellen Haroutunian, https://cac.org/helen-haroutunian-2017-02-28/
In describing experiences with the natural world for Wordsworth and for herself, Mary Oliver writes, “Something touched, between us and the universe. It does not always happen. But if it does, we know forever where we live, no matter where we sleep, or eat our dinner, or sit at table and write words on paper.”
“Dar a luz” is a Spanish phrase meaning to give birth, literally to give light.
Because my desk has a side view of the sunrise, mornings give witness to the births of daylight. At the very moment I was originally posting this journal image on Instagram, it was morning and the sun, with impeccable timing, screamed Day to birth.
Still working my way through sharing the pages created during Advent, although my heart this morning is holding vigil for the Holy Innocents.
The second photo is our labyrinth before re-blazing it last night. There is no filter on the photo, just nature’s twilight.
A day on Galveston beach last fall inspired this journal page.
Since my dear friends, Lynn and Chris, are with me today as they were when this page was created, I thought it to be the perfect page to share!
May we be like a riverbed – an ever-moving repose. ~St. Maximus the Confessor, translated by Martin Laird
The riverbed has much to teach me as she receives and lets go at the same time.
There are many mornings – maybe actually every one so far – that I look out to the river and the woods and give thanks.
For the woods, the wind, the water
We weep with joy,
and kneel with thanks!
Wild grace shifts the power.
Recently I was sitting alongside the river. In the distance I saw a gust of wind creating a shiver in the trees; it then skimmed over the water. As I was listening and watching, the shiver came through me, too.
All nature sings the earthy life.