circumstance graced

Comes Michaelmas.

Now, to get something absolutely clear, you must understand that angels are not humans who have died and gone to heaven. Angels are a different kind of being altogether. For most of the Church, angels are pure intelligences (that is they have no physical bodies) and are among God’s first created beings (insofar as we can talk about creation being ordered or taking place in time). Angels are guiding principles of creation. Stratford Caldecott goes so far as to identify the kinds of animals mentioned in Genesis 1.24 (not each specific animal but the fact that God created them of, or according to, every kind) as angels. He writes:

“I am sure the Book of Genesis still contains many mysteries. We read the story of Adam naming the animals, and then we discover that at least one of the animals in the Garden is an angel. The serpent is that creature of God sometimes called the Archangel Lucifer. What if all the animals in the story were angels? In fact, what if the story is about the relationship of the archetypal Man with archetypal Angels: and the archetypal Animals are none other than the angels of tradition” (The Radiance of Being, 54).

(Angels in Creation: Reflections on Our “Older” Siblings for Michaelmas, 9?29/16, by David Russell Mosley)

Intelligence behind the manifestation of each thing.  A resignation of presence.

Circumstance graced.

words

In prison today many men share their thoughts with us about death of Rokie.

It doesn’t surprise.

It is our community.

Saskia’s first visit without the pup in over eight years.

The men were kind and empathetic.

That’s what happened.

Staff too, guards too.

Entering without him, leaving without him.

He is in the center doing his work.

hic, haec, hoc

If God is

What is

Coming to be —

Let’s make

What is

Here 

Ready 

To be

What is coming

throughout

Silence

monday, monday

Gift of those who opened the mountain

Gift of Japanese lantern

Gift of sweet Border Collie, Rokpa

Become mountain

Become light

as evening nears

Where
           once
                   was (...)


Is
    now (?)


Or
      ever
              (to continue)

sunday afternoon

From Lila, by Roberg Pirsig:

…They were all walking down the road … when one of those raggedy nondescript dogs that call Indian reservations home came onto the road and walked pleasantly in front of them … [the woman] asked John ‘What kind of dog is that?’. John thought about it and said, ‘That’s a good dog.’… The woman …wanted to know what genetic, substantive pigeonhole of canine classification this object walking before them could be placed in. But John Wooden Leg never understood the question. He wasn’t joking when he said ‘That’s a good dog’. He probably thought she was worried the dog might bite her … John had distinguished the dog according to it’s Quality, rather than according to its substance. That indicated he considered Quality more important...

https://medium.com/perspectiva-institute/thank-you-robert-pirsig-ad8605dc1607

sunday morning