"For all the rain and snow come down from heaven and do not
return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout,
giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater , so shall my word
be that that goes out from my mouth ; it shall not return to me
empty , but shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall
succeed in the thing for which I sent it."
- IS 55:10-11
"Imagine the earth devoid of human life, inhabited by only plants and animals.
Will it still have a past and a future . Could we still speak of time in a meaningful way?
The question "What time is it? or "What is the date today?" - if anybody
were to ask it ---would be quite meaningless. The oak tree and the eagle would
be bemused by such a question....they would answer
"Well of course , it is now . The time is now. What else is there?"
- Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now
We call the current moment - "present" as it is a gift"
- Unknown
Inspiration:
It might be more interesting to say how an inspiration
came in the gift of an angel speaking softly in a dream.
Things do not always happen when and how we expect, right?
Sad to say that no midnight or dawn illumination caused this
particular spark. Rather, as the years begin to add up
it was at a moment of contemplation of the journey -
people I have met and friends I have made,
places I have been , events in storms or with calm prevailing
winds , how and when mercy washed me down. It seems
as this pilgrim ages those moments of soul filled sanctuary
the heart is filled with the present and all that has prepared
me for the now as I settle into mindfulness.
Ah, sanctified solace..
The Writing:
A Septuagenarian Seeker's Sanctuary
Ominous clouds squeeze out the rain
nourishing every aspect of creation.
Streams flow into to rivers,
the rivers spill into the sea only to have
this world of water release itself forming
new clouds. Trees release their last leaves
where the mystical wind of an unknown source
carries seeds across the landscape where
seedlings slowly sprout reaching to heaven.
Silverstein's tree becomes shade and comfort
to resting robins and squirrels or eventually cutdown
carefully crafting it into a scribner's pencil or writing desk.
The remaining stump comforts that boy who
once delighted in climbing limb to limb,
now a tired old man needing
a place to rest. While remnants of the forest family
are carefully carved into a boat launching
pilgrims out into the deep of the unknown sea.
- JF Sobecki
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Poetry and such:
(A thanks to the Irish poets)
(On the possibility of a divine presence in all creation)
"I do not need to believe. I know."
- Carl Jung
This is the time to be slow - John O'Donohoe
When You Are Old -WB Yeats (read by Cillian Murphy)
and one American poet
Song of Myself - Walt Whitman (Read by John Doherty)
Music:
For your listening and inspiration.
click on the link below each feature
Be Here Now - G. Harrison
Hello in There - John Prine
Who Knows Were the Time Goes - J. Collins
The Circle Game - T. Rush ( J. Mitchell)
Coda:
Something extra for your listening pleasure and contemplation:
( How and when do you savor being in the now-
letting go , being authentic and present to the magnificence?)
"For us there is only the trying. The rest is not our business"
- T.S. Eliot
The Adventure of Being Alive - Joseph Campbell
Old - P. Simon
Have a grace filled Thanksgiving
AMDG
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