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, May 4, 2020

look for the gifts

For Equilibrium, a Blessing:

Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore,
May the relief of laughter rinse through your soul.

As the wind loves to call things to dance,
May your gravity be lightened by grace.

Like the dignity of moonlight restoring the earth,
May your thoughts incline with reverence and respect.

As water takes whatever shape it is in,
So free may you be about who you become.

As silence smiles on the other side of what's said,
May your sense of irony bring perspective.

As time remains free of all that it frames,
May your mind stay clear of all it names.

May your prayer of listening deepen enough
to hear in the depths the laughter of god.”

                      John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

It was a normal conversation
On an abnormal day

The coronavirus threat was hanging in the air
People, more careful than fearful
Were “sheltering in place”

Life was blurry
With one day blending into the next
Until even the day of week seemed uncertain

She answered the phone
Her voice full of energy
“I just got the most amazing advice” she shared


“Look for the gifts”

And so, for a time, we ceased talking about
Numbers of people infected
Our fears for those we love
The things we have lost in this time of pandemic

Instead we talked about gifts
About having time to take a longer walk in the morning
To see the sunrise
Of empty calendars
And suitcases, sitting, dust covered in the closet
And of time at home

We talked about books read
And about conversations with friends
And the gifts of distant friends calling, unexpectedly, to “touch base”
And people in the community, rallying around those in need

We talked of love shared
Of grace abounding
And faith deepening

We talked of time in meditation
Of spending time in prayer
Of connecting with all that is Sacred

Ah, yes, these are difficult time
It is easy to focus on the illness
On the deaths
On the things we have lost

But if we take the time
If we settle into our Center
Into that place where Sacred dwells

And open the eyes and ears of our soul
We will indeed be surprised by joy (CS Lewis)
And “hear in the depths the laughter of god.”

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