Today At Meetingbrook

Saturday, March 13, 2010

I look at you.

You look at me.

If we learn to listen and speak with open mind and open heart we are practicing the promise of conversation. It is the practice of faith most needed today.

Almost a Conversation

I have not really, not yet, talked with otter
about his life.
He has so many teeth, he has trouble
with vowels.
Wherefore our understanding
is all body expression—
he swims like the sleekest fish,
he dives and exhales and lifts a trail of bubbles.
Little by little he trusts my eyes
and my curious body sitting on the shore.
Sometimes he comes close.
I admire his whiskers
and his dark fur which I would rather die than wear.
He has no words, still what he tells about his life
is clear.
He does not own a computer.
He imagines the river will last forever.
He does not envy the dry house I live in.
He does not wonder who or what it is that I worship.
He wonders, morning after morning, that the river
is so cold and fresh and alive, and still
I don't jump in.

(Poem by Mary Oliver)

Nobody's death in particular, but every death today.

I listen to "God Moving Over the Face of the Waters" by Moby from soundtrack of film "Heat." It is a death scene set to a creation theme. The good guy and the bad guy at end clasp hands. We are not to think anything. We are to feel.
Mourner's Kaddish
Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba (Cong: Amein).
May His great Name grow exalted and sanctified (`Cong: Amen.)

b'al'ma di v'ra khir'utei
in the world that He created as He willed.

v'yam'likh mal'khutei b'chayeikhon uv'yomeikhon
May He give reign to His kingship in your lifetimes and in your days,

uv'chayei d'khol beit yis'ra'eil
and in the lifetimes of the entire Family of Israel,

ba'agala uviz'man kariv v'im'ru:
swiftly and soon. Now say:
(Mourners and Congregation:)

Amein. Y'hei sh'mei raba m'varakh l'alam ul'al'mei al'maya
(Amen. May His great Name be blessed forever and ever.)

Yit'barakh v'yish'tabach v'yit'pa'ar v'yit'romam v'yit'nasei
Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled,

v'yit'hadar v'yit'aleh v'yit'halal sh'mei d'kud'sha
mighty, upraised, and lauded be the Name of the Holy One
(Mourners and Congregation:)

B'rikh hu.
Blessed is He.

l'eila min kol bir'khata v'shirata
beyond any blessing and song,

toosh'b'chatah v'nechematah, da'ameeran b'al'mah, v'eemru:
praise and consolation that are uttered in the world. Now say:
(Mourners and Congregation:)

Amein
Amen

Y'hei sh'lama raba min sh'maya
May there be abundant peace from Heaven

v'chayim aleinu v'al kol yis'ra'eil v'im'ru
and life upon us and upon all Israel. Now say:
(Mourners and Congregation:)

Amein
Amen

Oseh shalom bim'romav hu ya'aseh shalom
He Who makes peace in His heights, may He make peace,

aleinu v'al kol Yis'ra'eil v'im'ru
upon us and upon all Israel. Now say:
(Mourners and Congregation:)

Amein
Amen
http://www.jewfaq.org/prayer/kaddish.htm
We don't know what happens after death.

We barely know what happens after birth.

Look at me.

I look at you.

There's nothing else.

Only the gaze.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Like John Crichton in Farscape series, we seem to be mostly through the wormhole. The star system outside the window today is bright and sunny. The remainder of the website is drifting toward a new location.
Astronaut John Crichton assumes he'll be home in time for dinner. But a freak accident during an experimental space mission catapults him across a thousand galaxies to an alien battlefield. Suddenly, he's trapped among alien creatures wielding deadly technology - a battle that 20th century sci-fi pop culture never prepared him for. Hunted by a merciless military race, Crichton begins his quest for home from a galaxy far, far away...
(--from The Jim Henson Company website, http://www.henson.com/fantasy_scifi.php?content=farscape)
With the help of Bob O'C, who arrived from an unspecified galaxy, we have begun to transfer the domain, hosting, and blog so ably created and maintained by Karl G for so many years into a new search for a new home that should resemble the place we began before the wormhole.

Home is no place to lose.

And, there is no place like it.