Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Monday, March 5, 2018

The Holy is in the House

He is the Way.
Follow Him through the Land of Unlikeness;
You will see rare beasts, and have unique adventures.

He is the Truth.
Seek Him in the Kingdom of Anxiety;
You will come to a great city that has expected your return for years.

He is the Life.
Love Him in the World of the Flesh;
And at your marriage all its occasions shall dance for joy.”
              W.H. Auden, For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio

When we connect with the Sacred
When we finally figure out
That the Holy is in the house

And the way of Jesus / Spirit / Parent
(call it what you will)
Begins to occupy that deep place, which makes us who we are

Then the miracles begin
Our world expands (rare beast, rare places about… is that a unicorn?)
While at the same time we find our self (welcome home)
And find each other, and perhaps, if we are lucky, one special other

In that moment

Dance for joy

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