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Wednesday of Hope – Saving Hope

Because we spill not only milk
Knocking it over with an elbow
When we reach to wipe a small face
But also spill seed on soil we thought was fertile but isn’t,
And also spill whole lives, and only later see in fading light
How much is gone and we hadn’t intended it
Because we tear not only cloth
Thinking to find a true edge and instead making only a hole
But also tear friendships when we grow
And whole mountainsides because we are so many
And we want to live right where black oaks lived,
Once very quietly and still
Because we forget not only what we are doing in the kitchen
And have to go back to the room we were in before,
Remember why it was we left
But also forget entire lexicons of joy
And how we lost ourselves for hours
Yet all that time were clearly found and held
And also forget the hungry not at our table
Because we weep not only at jade plants caught in freeze
And precious papers left in rain
But also at legs that no longer walk
Or never did, although from the outside they look like most others
And also weep at words said once as though
They might be rearranged but which
Once loose, refuse to return and we are helpless
Because we are imperfect and love so
Deeply we will never have enough days,
We need the gift of starting over, beginning
Again: just this constant good, this
Saving hope.

– Nancy Shaffer, Instructions in Joy

Wednesday of Hope – Saving Hope

Because we spill not only milk 
Knocking it over with an elbow
When we reach to wipe a small face
But also spill seed on soil we thought was fertile but isn’t,
And also spill whole lives, and only later see in fading light
How much is gone and we hadn’t intended it 
Because we tear not only cloth
Thinking to find a true edge and instead making only a hole
But also tear friendships when we grow
And whole mountainsides because we are so many
And we want to live right where black oaks lived,
Once very quietly and still 
Because we forget not only what we are doing in the kitchen
And have to go back to the room we were in before,
Remember why it was we left
But also forget entire lexicons of joy 
And how we lost ourselves for hours 
Yet all that time were clearly found and held
And also forget the hungry not at our table 
Because we weep not only at jade plants caught in freeze
And precious papers left in rain
But also at legs that no longer walk
Or never did, although from the outside they look like most others
And also weep at words said once as though
They might be rearranged but which
Once loose, refuse to return and we are helpless 
Because we are imperfect and love so
Deeply we will never have enough days,
We need the gift of starting over, beginning 
Again: just this constant good, this
Saving hope.

~ Nancy Shaffer, Instructions in Joy

Turning to Earth

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It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility. 
– Rachel Carson

O Sapientia – O Wisdom

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Today we sing, “O Wisdom”, or as it was in the original Latin in the 7th century, “O Sapientia”.

O Wisdom, you came forth from the mouth of the Most High and reach from one end of the earth to the other, mightily and sweetly ordering all things. O come and teach us the way of prudence.

-Source of translation unknown.

O Wisdom

O Wisdom

Stay Ready

God always provides what we need, but we must be ready to open our eyes and see it.

– The Midrash

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We should even pay attention to the moss hanging in the trees

Seeing with Beginners Sight

What kind of seeing should we do during this Lenten season? In Buddhism they talk about Beginner’s Mind. Perhaps we should work at Beginners Sight.

Whether seeing clouds or the vineyard - or both - it is a world of glory

Whether seeing clouds or the vineyard – or both – it is a world of glory

Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory.

– Betty Smith (There are certainly many Betty Smiths in the world – I’ll leave it up to the readers to discover which one she is.)

 

Proust on Truly Seeing

I have always appreciated this quote by Marcel Proust:

The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.

What surprises can I see in the landscapes before me?

What surprises can I see in the landscapes before me?