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Animals Are People Too! And, of course, Trees.

Animals are people, too. As are plants. And water. And soil. This is the fundamental insight at the heart of all eco-spiritual work. But to get that insight, we have to get with the big picture. To get that insight, we have to climb a tree.

– Clark Strand, Trees, Butterflies, and the Buddhist Moral Life

Where Does Wisdom Lead?

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

And sometimes a well-marked trail is helpful

And sometimes a well-marked trail is helpful

How Does Silence Play a Part in Your Life?

The trees, the flowers, the plants grow in silence. The stars, the sun, the moon move in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective.

– Mother Teresa

The coastal redwoods have been growing in silence for over 2,000 years

The coastal redwoods have been growing in silence for over 2,000 years

Show Me Your Ways, O Lord.

muir_woods_trailToday’s Lenten poem/prayer/psalm from Education for Justice is from the Psalms: Psalm 25:6-10.

Show me your ways, O Lord,
   teach me your paths;
guide me in your truth and teach me,
   for you are God my Savior,
   and my hope is in you all day long.
Remember, O Lord, your great mercy and love,
   for they are from of old.
Remember not the sins of my youth
   and my rebellious ways;
according to your love remember me,
   for you are good, O Lord.

To Live in the Mercy of God

muir_woods_jan_2013_024Today’s Lenten poem from Education for Justice is by Denise Levertov.

To Live in the Mercy of God

To lie back under the tallest
oldest trees. How far the stems
rise, rise
before ribs of shelter
open!

To live in the mercy of God. The complete
sentence too adequate, has no give.
Awe, not comfort. Stone, elbows of
stony wood beneath lenient
moss bed.

And awe suddenly
passing beyond itself. Becomes
a form of comfort.
Becomes the steady
air you glide on, arms
stretched like the wings of flying foxes.
To hear the multiple silence
of trees, the rainy
forest depths of their listening.

To float, upheld,
as salt water
would hold you,
once you dared.

To live in the mercy of God.

To feel vibrate the enraptured

waterfall flinging itself
unabating down and down
to clenched fists of rock.
Swiftness of plunge,
hour after year after century,
O or Ah
uninterrupted, voice
many-stranded.
To breathe
spray. The smoke of it.
Arcs
of steelwhite foam, glissades
of fugitive jade barely perceptible. Such passion—
rage or joy?
Thus, not mild, not temperate,
God’s love for the world. Vast
flood of mercy
flung on resistance.

Source: “To Live in the Mercy of God” from Sands from the Well, by Denise
Levertov. New York: New Directions, 1996.