Soul Dancing
curious, engaged in our search, believing in our gifts.
Feeling grateful for the discipline of doing healing work, as well as my daily writing, and playing music- all spring boards catapulting me into action...Diving into new blue cool waters of thinking, feeling, acting, being.
Breathing in the serene green of summer leaves, and the sweet
woodsy scent of cedars- still damp from last night's heavy downpour.
Brand new baby orange lilies grace the garden, as do little purple weeds.
One dandelion brightens the center of a climbing tribe of lavender clematis blossoms.
The wind from the south- south west whistles words of graceful entering.
To enter the garden with no preconceived idea of what I am to experience-
is how I would like to approach all people and activities today:
To be present, open, and a better listener.
To honor the words, as much as the silence in between the words
Loving the words as much as the silence.
Similar to the wide spaces in the rock garden before the spring warmth.
Appreciating the spaces in between the rocks...
Walking barefoot on the morning earth....Thankful for earth's ability
to take in the seeds, the rain, and my daily devotion of playing witness.
It is an illusion to believe we have gardens just for the beauty of the flowers. Like a parable for life: birth, becoming, and death...We learn to accept each stage and season of our own life. Also, we have an increased appreciation for beauty in all her forms. The last vestige skeleton of the red satin lily that gave us so much pleasure when she was born only 9 days ago...will soon drop her blossoms in a soft whoosh...And we renew our faith that she'll be back next year. Just to believe that things grow and die is in the realm of "beliefs".
Faith goes deeper than belief, in that it embraces all that blooms and the possibility of further blooming.
Let that blooming begin in the center of our hearts, and allow that to radiate to all we come in contact with today and everyday.
May we witness miracles within and between all that lives. First believe, then trust..and the faith is born. Yes, there is heaven on earth. Thank goodness!
(words/clematis photo~kate lamberg (c) '15)
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