Let The Beauty We Love Be What We Do Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.–Rumi
I regret that I have gotten too lazy to do the morning watch very often. In fact, I am usually up before dawn. But typically I’m nestled on the sofa, steaming cup of coffee at hand, checking the news and playing solitaire on my phone. I enjoy it. But that little morning ritual is not to be compared to “the morning watch,” which to me must be outdoors, preferably near water, watching the rebirth of the world–the return of color, the song of birds, fragrance of dew on soil and plants. This daily resurrection speaks to me always of the…
Surrender to grace.The ocean caresfor each waveuntil it reaches the shore.You are given more helpthan you will ever know.–Rumi
In my imagination, the bulldozer that was gouging the earth to get “fill” to build the highway that runs nearby still sits at the bottom of this turquoise pool. I like to think that when the ‘dozer struck the spring that provides the limestone-rich water that fills the hole it dug, the bulldozer operator had time only to scramble off the iron monster and get to safety before the water sealed its grave. That’s probably not exactly how it happened, although the basics of that story are true: A quarry created to provide fill for widening Louisiana Highway 165 became…
Real presence. Eye to eye. It was a cool December day in southeast Texas, and I could feel his warmth. But more. Indeed, I was not surprised when I got this photo on my computer and recognized my bright blue shirt, gray vest, arm holding my camera to my face… all reflected in his eye. In this case, “presence” is two creatures recognizing each others’ creatureliness across boundaries of size, shape, family, species. But not kingdom. We are of the same kingdom, the same Creation.
Edge & Essence 