There is nothing beautiful or sweet or great in life that is not mysterious……Francis Rene de Chauterbriand
tapping into a reverie, a daydream of immense movement and respect for the passing sun…..no need to know why, no need to know how……definitely need to know how to create space for the experience…..
The swallows, the rooster, the workmen repairing my house, my stomach, all with their elusive rhythms, their harmonies and disharmonies and conterpoint, became as I listened, the sound of my own life speaking to me. Never had I heard just such a coming together of sounds before, and it is unlikely that I will ever hear them in just the same combination again. Their music was unique and unrepeatable and beyond describing in its freshness. I have no clear idea what the sounds meant or what my life was telling me. What does the song of a swallow mean? And yet as I listened to those sounds, and listened with something more than just my hearing, I was moved by their inexpressible eloquence and suggestiveness, by the sense I had that they were a music rising up out of the mystery of not just my life, but of life itself. In much the same way, that is what I mean by saying that God speaks into or out of the thick of our days…..Frederick Buechner
At the back of our brains, there is a forgotten blaze or burst of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic or spiritual life is to dig for this submerged sunrise of wonder……G.K. Chesterton