“It’s just me and my breath and nature, in peace and it’s beautiful.”
-Katherine Matias
Miracles at Sunrise
“Every day a million miracles begin at sunrise!”
-Eric Jerome Dickey
The Promise of Spring
Called Saint Brigid’s Day, this 24 hour period, sundown to sundown, Feb. 1 – Feb. 2, is a traditional Gaelic celebration, marking the beginning of Spring! It is the exact mid-point between Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox. Also Groundhog Day, Imbolc, and Candlemas, this day in the middle of winter is celebrated in many cultures and traditions.
It is said that this day holds the promise of Spring!
That promise is held dear, while not rushing the inherent gifts of this winter still unfolding. A big storm is on the horizon, that will rush into northwestern Montana tonight, finding us by the hearth with quiet, books, and the warmth of the fire, inviting in the inner sanctuary that this outer sanctuary of peaceful snow allows.
Selena Fox in “Celebrating the Seasons” recommends that we fill our day with:
“cleaning your altar, doing a self purification with elemental tools – cleansing your body with salt (Earth), your thoughts with incense (Air), your will with a candle flame (Fire) your emotions with water (Water), and your spiritual body with a healing crystal (Spirit)… Take a nature walk. ..Reflect upon/reaffirm spiritual vows and commitments you have made.”
I will do all of these things.
Earth will be reawakening soon. This is the time of preparation for birthing all that is new in You!
A Great Pilgrimage
“I felt in need of a great pilgrimage,
so I sat still for three days.”
-Hafiz
Go Outside
“Go outside
and let your breath
be stolen away.
Find the forests,
seek the seas,
meditate
on the mountains,
mist covered
from morning.
We are nurtured
by nature, born
for the wild places;
we’ve no business
in cities, in buildings
taller than trees
can grow.
Go outside,
and begin living
again.”-Tyler Knott Gregson
What Is A Prayer?
“It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patcha few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorwayinto thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.”-Mary Oliver
From The Minds Journal I found the following interpretation of prayer and it resonated deeply. For me, nature’s wonder, these mountains, this majesty, allows and invites a prayerful approach; a reverent way of being alive absorbed by this commanding presence.
Keep praying always…. in all the ways that speak to you.
The Moon of Your Heart
“Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.”
-Rumi
Door to the Temple
Mary Oliver.
A treasure, a poet, a conduit to wonder…
“I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.”
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“For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
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“Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word.
I’m letting all of the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off. Quiet as a feather. I hardly move though really I’m traveling a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors into the temple.”
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All above quoted words by Mary Oliver
Thank you Mary Oliver for the ropes let down when I was lost. You inspired and lifted me up, reminded me of the always verdant, wise, and loving absorption available in the natural world. Your words were and are a respite. You will be so deeply missed, but your rich deep poetry, music really, will remain – always.
See Things As They Are
“I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home. I thus dispose of the superfluous and see things as they are, grand and beautiful.”
-Henry David Thoreau