Spring continues to unfold, with the absorbing music of life bubbling just beneath the surface. I feel it.
Parker J. Palmer’s words resonated deeply with me this morning as he wrote the following words as a prelude to Mary Oliver’s poem – both his words and Mary’s poem follow. They speak to me of of season of rebirth in northwest Montana and of Love.
“Spring arrived on my patch of the planet last week, but it’s 25° here as I write! To encourage the season to show up more fully, here’s Mary Oliver with her spot-on description of “the brisk and shallow restlessness of early spring.”
I’m especially grateful for the profound reminder in the pivotal line of this poem: “There is only one question: how to love this world.”
Oliver illustrates love for the world not with a Valentine sentiment, but with a black bear “just risen from sleep” coming down the mountain with “her white teeth, her wordlessness, her perfect love.”
Wild animals “love the world” because they depend on it for their well-being. We are dependent, too, no matter how arrogantly we pretend that we are self-sufficient.
There’s only one way for us to survive and thrive. We must learn to love the earth and each other with the ferocity of a mother bear—saying “NO!” to everything that threatens that which we love, and “YES!” to all that gives it life…”
-Parker J. Palmer
“Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring
down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of eary spring
I think of her, her four black fists flickering the gravel, her tongue
like a red fire touching the grass, the cold water. There is only one question:
how to love this world. I think of her rising like black and leafy lodge
to sharpen her claws against the silence of the trees. Whatever else
my life is with its poems and its music and its glass cities,
it is also this dazzling darkness coming down the mountain, breathing and tasting,
all day I think of her — her white teeth, her wordlessness, her perfect love.”
Your vibration has been simmering, now ready to burst forth! I feel this awakening in every cell, the sweetness on my skin, a soft embrace, an invitation.
The inner world of winter making way for the outer connections of Spring into Summer. So many Gifts! I am present.
“Only with winter-patience can we bring the deep-desired, long-awaited spring”
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“The life of the earth comes up with a rush in springtime.”
-Laura Ingalls Wilder
“To me a lush carpet of pine needles on spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.”
-Helen Keller
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
“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 patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into 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.
“It only takes a reminder to breathe,
a moment to be still, and just like that,
something in me settles, softens, makes
space for imperfection. The harsh voice
of judgment drops to a whisper and I
remember again that life isn’t a relay
race; that we will all cross the finish
line; that waking up to life is what we
were born for. As many times as I
forget, catch myself charging forward
without even knowing where I’m going,
that many times I can make the choice
to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk
slowly into the mystery.”
“Although I deeply love oceans, deserts and other wild landscapes, it is only mountains that beckon me with that sort of painful magnetic pull to walk deeper and deeper into their beauty. They keep me continuously wanting to know more, feel more, see more.”
“Let us love winter
