Today I am pulling on a green wool sweater
and walking across the park in a dusky snowfall.
The trees stand like twenty-seven prophets in a field,
each a station in a pilgrimage- silent, pondering.
Blue flakes of light falling across their bodies
are the ciphers of a secret, an occultation.
I will examine their leaves as pages in a text
and consider the bookish pigeons, students of winter.
I will kneel on the track of a vanquished squirrel
and stare into a blank pond for the figure of Sophia.
I shall begin scouring the sky for signs
as if my whole future were constellated upon it.
I will walk home alone with the deep alone,
a disciple of shadows, in praise of the mysteries.
the cyclical pull of healing and nurturing teaches us to listen with our hearts, to paint our lives in a million shades of gold….this ordinary and precious intention acknowledges our limitations and transcends us beyond ourselves….a fine paradox of simplicity and longing….
Transformation is the final path in Creation Spirituality. To transform vision in to behavior is an ideal we serve. The human being is made up of opposites, is at home in opposites. We are both visionaries and activists. We have our feet on the ground and our head full of imagination. We live both outside and inside when we are whole. Integration is an archetypal labor of our time. Consciousness work is such a labor, and body work is such a labor. Awe is the basic connection between humans and the cosmos. It is the standard by which we measure our receptivity- to Work, to Grief, to Love, to Creativity……M.C. Richards
Being mindful is a way to be with ourselves deeply and profoundly. It is a simple and natural thing to do. It is a way to practice being human, to practice being who you are. Many spiritual traditions embrace practices of being awake, of paying attention, of being present in our everyday experience. Guiding our attention to the present is our natural brighright. Only in the moment when we are attentive to our lives are we really living at all……Bernie Marek