Have We Come Far Enough to Find God?

It could be that God has not absconded but spread, as our vision and understanding of the universe have spread, to a fabric of spirit and sense so grand and subtle, so powerful in a new way, that we can only feel blindly of its hem. In making the thick darkness a swaddling band for the sea, God ‘set bars and doors’ and said, ‘Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further.’ But have we come even that far? Have we rowed out to the thick darkness, or are we all playing pinochle in the bottom of the boat?

– Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Not exactly a rowboat . . . but room for pinochle
Not exactly a rowboat . . . but room for pinochle

Where Do You Find Peace?

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The Peace of the Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Source: The Peace of Wild Things, Wendell Berry

Drink of the Experience of Spring, While It Is Still Spring

The one who neglects to drink of the spring of experience is apt to die of thirst in the desert of ignorance.

– Ling Po

Experience the sights and smells of spring
Experience the sights and smells of spring

Weekly Photo Challenge: From Above

Oakland Bay Bridge - from trail above Dominican University - by the Nike Tower on Gold Hill
Oakland Bay Bridge – from trail above Dominican University – by the Nike Tower on Gold Hill

And Mark Twain once said,
“Distance lends enchantment to the view.”

In All of Nature We Find God’s Initials

All animals who lift their voices at dawn sing to God. The volcanoes and the clouds and the trees cry to us about God. The whole creation cries to us penetratingly with a great joy about the existence and the beauty and the love of God. The music roars it into our ears, the landscape calls it into our eyes. In all of nature we find God’s initials, and all God’s creatures are God’s love letters to us.

All of nature burns with love created through love to light love in us. Nature is like a shadow of God, a reflection of God’s beauty. The still, blue lake is a reflection of God. In every atom lives an image of the trinity, a figure of the trinitarian God. And also my own body is created to love God. Each of my cells is a hymn about the Creator and an ongoing declaration of love.

– Ernesto Cardinal, To Live Is to Love

The still blue lake is a reflection of God
The still blue lake is a reflection of God

Finding God

In the early evening we see the stars begin to appear as the sun disappears over the horizon. The light of day gives way to the darkness of night. A stillness, a healing quiet comes over the landscape. It’s a moment when some other world makes itself known, a numinous presence beyond human understanding. We experience the vast realms of space overwhelming the limitations of our human minds. As the sky turns golden and the clouds reflect the blazing colors of evening, we participate for a moment in the forgiveness, the peace, the intimacy of things with each other.

– Thomas Berry, The Great Community of Earth

. . . the sky turns golden and the clouds reflect the blazing colors of evening . . .
. . . the sky turns golden and the clouds reflect the blazing colors of evening . . .

Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture

A cultural hub in Seattle, the Pike Place Market
A cultural hub in Seattle, the Pike Place Market

In thinking of culture, it is difficult to not think of food and how it brings us together.

Food is our common ground, a universal experience.

– James Beard

Wisdom from Walden

The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. 

– Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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The Feast of Catherine of Siena

Statue of Catherine in the village of Siena, Italy
Statue of Catherine in the village of Siena, Italy

Today is the Feast of Saint Catherine of Siena (Dominican Saint, born in 1347). She wrote, “Love transforms one into what one loves.” (Dialogue 60)

Reflections:

  • Into whom or what will we be transformed?
  • How would we like to be transformed?
  • What am I doing to “make it so”?

Mystery

It began in mystery and it will end in mystery, but what a rare and beautiful country lies in between.

– Diane Ackerman

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