Saturday, June 2, 2018

The Soul and The Sea



 As if summoned by seagulls, we come back to the beach 
where we can cast of the shoes and our everyday cares
tell time by the tides and live in the moment 
Our search for shells an echo of childhood
and the surf's refrain is music remembered 

-       -  author unknown


Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.
  - W. H. Auden




Everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic city.
   
                         - Bruce Spingsteen

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The Soul and The Sea

What is this attraction of the sand and the sea?
The gulls gliding the beach while sandpipers
Chase the waves, in and out
And the soft sweet wind blown breath of the divine
Carries the sacred incensed salt air
Serving as a communal mystical magnet 
Of solace and solitude.
Is it that upon the birth of the light of day
And the darkness of night
The master artist thought is best 
To make the Sky complimented by Sea
That is a measure of the ocean’s significance
In the scheme of everything?
Scientists discern that the human hymn to water
Can be found in rising of dopamine
And the effects of negative ions
And multiple almost unexplainable
Interactions on one’s senses and the brain .
There was that infamous expert 
Of the workings of the brain
Who surmised that we admire and are touched
By in the miraculous around us is because
The source of that beauty and serenity
Resides somehow deep within our own psyches.
(Reminding us that “Psyche” is the ancient Greek
Term for “ Soul.”) 
How wonderful it is then that the Divine Source
Of this magnificent sand and sea 
Considered that this place needed 
Humans to make it complete .

  -JF Sobecki
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"The sea does not reward those who are anxious, too greedy , or too impatient. To dig for treasures
shows notonly impatience and greed, but lack of faith, patience, patience, patience ,is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty,open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea."

 - Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift From The Sea


The Sandpiper

The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.

The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and glazes over his dark and brittle feet.
He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes.

- Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them
where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains
rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs,
he stares at the dragging grains.

The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear. The tide
is higher or lower. He couldn't tell you which.
His beak is focused; he is preoccupied,

looking for something, something, something.
Poor bird, he is obsessed!
The millions of grains are black, white, tan, and gray
mixed with quartz grains, rose and amethyst. 
                  
                         Elizabeth Bishop


At The Beach – Avett Brothers
 



Atlantic City – Bruce Sprignsteen



And welcome Bernie and Barb to Shore Life!



Amdg



“One day I will find the right words and they will be simple”
        - Jack Kerouac

“The only truth is music”
       - Jack Kerouac















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Wednesday, May 2, 2018

May Lauds: Spiritual Exercises of a Prodigal Son




A monk sips morning tea, 
it's quiet, 
the chrysanthemum's flowering. 

Translated by Robert Hass



Lauds

a service of morning prayer in the Divine Office of the Western Christian Church, traditionally said or chanted at daybreak, though historically it was often held with matins on the previous night.


Morning Video - something to sit and watch and listen
    if you don't live near the sea.


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May Lauds

So what is all this excitement about sleep and waking?
Does the drama of the darkest of darkness
Transforming into bright illuminating lightness and warmth
Really demand all the attention
That poets, songwriters, spiritualists and therapists give it?
What is this mystical authority that consumes our spirits
As we wake from journeys in dreamland ?
Spiritual exercises for daybreak have proliferated
volumes and practises for thousands of years.
Apollo, Helios and Ra dominated ancient myths as
Rising suns were the focus of f pre-Jesus poets
And cultures along the pacific rim.
Friends and strangers query
the contemporary pilgrim
As to his early rising
And solemn pre-dawn practice.
“You have access to anything you want 
And anything you need,” they say.
“There are pills for sleep
and energy shots to prime your heart in the morning.”
The pilgrim humbly asked
“What of gratitude?
What of mindfulness?
What of the ever magnificent power-filled 
Purity of love and serenity discovered in all of nature?
What of the sacred essence that energizes the soul,
The heart and the mind in one
Illuminating moment”?
He added that his waking moments
Are not with the expectation of the enlightenment
Experienced by Buddha
But an opportunity to take as much time as necessary
To be present  with the holiness that
Connects everything in the universe.
“ I believe I need to practice… to be spiritually , emotionally and physically energized
With love , peace , compassion , joy and hope
With the hope that I will remember to remember
That all creation is a sacrament
Even my own imperfect prodigal life.”

- JF Sobecki

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Why I Wake Early
by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.

What to remember when waking

In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,
coming back to this life from the other
more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world
where everything began,
there is a small opening into the new day
which closes the moment you begin your plans.

What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.

To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance.

You are not a troubled guest on this earth,
you are not an accident amidst other accidents
you were invited from another and greater night
than the one from which you have just emerged.

Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window
toward the mountain presence of everything that can be
what urgency calls you to your one love?
What shape waits in the seed of you
to grow and spread its branches
against a future sky?

Is it waiting in the fertile sea?
In the trees beyond the house?
In the life you can imagine for yourself?
In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?

-- David Whyte  


Lauds Gregorian Chant from Assisi



A Time to Rise – The Subdudes



Morning Has Broken – Cat Stevens


A couple of songs for the road

The Prodigal Son – Ry Cooder

https://youtu.be/HEUIZWyieAk


Slow Turning – John Hiatt




Happy Birthday and Happy Anniversary Leigh and Hal!


“One day I will find the right words and they will be simple”
        - Jack Kerouac

“The only truth is music”
       - Jack Kerouac



 

Copyright All Rights Reserved 2018 JF Sobecki LLC