Wonder is the rush of life saturating us with its aliveness, the way sudden rain makes us smile, the way sudden wind opens our face. And while wonder can surprise us, our daily work is to cultivate wonder in ourselves and in each other. If, out of insecurity or pride or a need to achieve prominence, we assert our own authority over the authority of life, wonder will go into hiding like a shy animal. The authority of being that connects us to all of life needs to be affirmed, not asserted. Only safety, honesty, and welcome- the servants of encouragement- can create an opening for wonder. Wonder helps each soul awaken and discover where its foundation touches the foundation of all things. Wonder is a matter of depth, not mood.
when we leave the home of our complacency and feel the wonder of our discontents….
inquiry for today~ good and bad don’t mean so much in the land of the heart……here we embrace all as mystery and growth……
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.