It always seemed fitting -- Janet's death on her island on the feast of the Assumption of Mary.
The great Tao flows everywhere,At table after morning practice Tom first and then Dean sang compositions and Lieders, first in French, then German -- to the delight of Erika, Saskia, and me. Quite by surprise after sitting and Lectio -- this spontaneous regaling.
To the left and to the right.
All things depend upon it to exist,
And it does not abandon them.
To its accomplishments it lays no claim.
It loves and nourishes all things,
But does not lord it over them. (--Chuang tzu)
This hermitage life feels just like the gift it is.
The Desire for HermitageWe are simultaneously always and never alone.
Ah! To be all alone in a little cell
with nobody near me;
beloved that pilgrimage before the last pilgrimage to death.
Singing the passing hours to cloudy Heaven;
Feeding upon dry bread and water from the cold spring.
That will be an end to evil when I am alone
in a lovely little corner among tombs
far from the houses of the great.
Ah! To be all alone in a little cell, to be alone, all alone:
Alone I came into the world
alone I shall go from it."The Desire for Hermitage," taken from marginalia scribbled by medieval Irish monks in the corners of the manuscripts they were illuminating, translated by Seán Ó Faoláin.
This unbroken and unrepaired solitude is the practice of presence. The mind's identification with detail and drama is punctuated by mere seeing what is there as it is, without adornment.
Between WallsA woman visiting her husband at Maine State Prison stopped by between morning and afternoon visits yesterday. A woman from Philadelphia visits this afternoon. The oven is on full tilt on this the hottest day in Maine this year.
the back wings
will grow lie
in which shine
pieces of a green
(Poem by William Carlos Williams)
We are in the body, as bodies, through the mystery of union of body, mind, and spirit.
She was pregnant, and in labour, crying aloud in the pangs of childbirth.Being in, as, and through this reality -- this not one, not two -- of matter/spirit, is a grand meditation that has befuddled many (if not all of us) throughout human existence.
(--from Book of Revelations, 12)
I like the incarnational spirituality of wholeness -- where, as Williams writes. "nothing / will grow".
This meditation on nothingness and emptiness, kenosis and shunyata, is today's gift.
Here I am.
In, as, and through, the inquiry.