You can cut all the flowers, but you cannot keep spring from coming.
Quote: Pablo Neruda
Quote: Pablo Neruda
A Speed of Soul Thought
Yes, Spring is coming.
But before the buds,
Before the blooms,
In the clean, clear grey light,
The world vibrates
With muddy possibility.
May I be content to be now
To drink in the almost and soon
Here in the beautiful not yet.
Quote- Carrie Newcomer
The sliver moon of March has caught my attention for many years. This evening the sunset lingered past 8pm offering the promise of spring’s arrival. And so in the darkening, warm blue sky this moon appeared above the nearest mountain outside my window.
It is visible and yet the temptation to ever-so-lightly squint is hard to resist. The thin arch shaped like a half bowl seems to be waiting to receive dreams and hopes in need of assured safety. Very different from it presence in the weeks to follow – the sliver moon appears peaceful and still.
March’s showing of the moon in the early days of its cycle continues to invite my dreams and hopes, whether old or new. It is a reminder of the light my spirit reflects. In its own cycle, there are times to share this light with all of its brightness and times when its warm and muted glow offers just enough.
Thankfully creation is always near to join us on life’s journey. As companion or guide, we are surrounded by the beauty of God’s great earth. And through it we are encouraged to appreciate its gifts and emulate its inspiration.
I share with you this piece of music sung, by Anna Hernandez and Ruth Cunningham. Both gifted with the grace to share light’s inspiration.
I write as the sun is setting. More noted because the sun was visible today! We have had much rain and snow during these past few weeks. The blue sky is turning dark but not before it gives small rainbows to the clouds, revealing colors bright against the winter sky.
Saturday evening has always been a time of preparation. The Sunday schedule for a priest is packed with details often unexpected. Having those things you “think you can control” in place before Sunday morning can be crucial! Things such as locating copies of bulletins, having sermon complete and where it can be found, checking the hymns posted on the boards in the sanctuary. Like preparing for guests in our home, this is a time of preparation to greet the people who will enter the red doors on early Sabbath morning. Perhaps to help with balance or to feel in control, whatever the reason, that last walk-through the sanctuary often brought moments of gratitude and quiet peace.
My Saturday evenings are very different now. Retired, I often find myself a bit unsettled as this day’s sun begins to set. Old habits are hard to break especially when they are an important part of one’s spiritual journey. As life changes so does living and adapting to this change takes time. Finding a way to express one’s vocation as a retired priest, takes discipline and a sense of ‘being-in-place’. The weeks move ahead toward the date marking my first year in Asheville and these mountains. Roots have barely taken, yet my sense of place and home, is certainly more heartfelt.
As I settle into this home and community, I find myself longing for a sanctuary. The past holds my practice and foundation. Opportunities for creativity and growth are before me. Short on patience, I eagerly look to the future and gratefully rely on the past.
The prayer below is meant for the closing of the day. Within, it offers words of comfort and challenge for any time of transition. May it inspire each reader in your own spirit’s journey.(found at Sacred Space )
In God’s loving presence I unwind the past day,
starting from now and looking back,
moment by moment.
I gather in all the goodness and light,
I attend to the shadows and what they say to me,
seeking healing, courage, forgiveness.