Monday, February 23, 2015

THE TRUSTABLE AND THE UNPREDICTABLE NATURE OF IT ALL

I always get caught up in the anticipation of the arrival of each new season. But it is always bitter sweet. Every season is full of its own wonder and diversity and I always sense some loss with regard to the one that is slipping away. But one of the beautiful things about the natural world and the seasons is that in a very trustable way they always cycle back around. They are never exactly the same but they always carry a familiarity with them.

The Trumpeter Swans, Bald Eagles, and other migratory birds, as well as the bleak and eerily beautiful winter landscapes will return. And if I am graced with the number of days that allows me to be present at the arrival of the next one.....I will be out there again to brave the cold and sometimes harsh realities of this particular season.....anticipating the surprise made possible by the unpredictable side of it that is equally a part of it all.



 

AN ARTFULL AND POETIC LIFE IS JUST IMPORTANT

A few things have come together today.

In a Wildlife/Nature group on Facebook, someone referred to these photos of mine as poetry.

Then a friend, Yahia Lababidi, posted on his Facebook wall this observation made by Karen Armstrong:

“Our theology should be like ‪#‎poetry‬…. A poet spends a great deal of time listening to his unconscious, and slowly calling up a poem word by word, phrase by phrase, until something beautiful is brought forth into the world that changes people’s perceptions….”

And after reading that I was reminded of a conversation I listened to a few years back that just strikes me as being good and beautiful poetic theology. I will post a link to it in the comment section.


The Poetry Of Creatures


 

Monday, February 09, 2015

BEAUTY WILL LEAD US HOME......IF WE ARE SILENT LONG ENOUGH




I become more and more aware daily of how foolish we are in the presence of the source of all things, often referred to as God. So many things are attached to God, and said about God, and hung around God's neck by people who think they know. Much of it just feels really messed up. I love the encouragement and advice that came from the lips of St Francis having to do with this reality.......the way we live and act towards others is our greatest witness. Not what we speak.

Being humbled to where we speak less about God to where the mystery and otherness are allowed to build around it again, and instead to just learn how to be wastefully generous towards others as creation seems to indicate the creator is towards all of us and all created things......just seems to be a more respectful and proper way for us humans to live before it all.

Saturday, February 07, 2015

YOU WERE MEANT TO BE FREE

It might just be the best way for the human to participate....to take my place once again among the chorus of created things. The best way for the fractured and caged mind to heal. The best way to assist the soul in coming back on line to where it begins to inform me instead of all the ridiculous voices around me, of which there is no shortage.

For myself, I already know those are true observations. And I believe truer ones are still to come. And I know, no shift or pursuit in my life has ever helped me more to come back into this reality.....I was meant to be free in this journey through this life....and the familiar maps that were handed to me in the first part of my life, by some well intentioned and some not so well intentioned people and systems of the interpreted world, may have assisted me in some way.....but they could not get me to where I am today. To get here, I had to make the decision to leave them behind.




 

Friday, February 06, 2015

TO FEEL AGAIN......IN A WAY THAT GROWS OUT OF SOMETHING MORE GENEROUS

Creation/the natural world saved me by healing my vision and how I sense, taste, and feel all of life. All of the experience before had been coarsened and distorted by the chaos and confusion and conflict of the arrogant and illusion ridden interpreted world that acts as if it sees.....when it does not.

I have to live within that interpreted world. But I don't have to allow it to interpret for me and form me anymore.