As the day eases to end… There is an invitation to stop and take stock. There is an invitation to just sit in the easing.
It is a moment of complete presence. A gift. Sitting with the gift. With thanksgiving.
“… the truth will make you free.” John 8:21-32
The candle in the cave.
Light warming the darkness.
That place where, the empty page invites.
That place where the empty staff; music calls.
The invitation to dance with lyric, narrative, melody and poetry.
The invitation to dance in all creation.
Easy to put ‘truth’ in the context of demand.
Easy to put ‘truth’ in frame of law…
When the lenten candle lights the cave …
In preparation, in solitude, in quiet reflection…
In the cacophony of voices… all call truth…
Light warming darkness.
The meal inviting communion.
The soft touch of …
The light caress of …
The Candle in the cave.
And so the lyric, the narrative…
That lenten muse…
For in moment, in communion.
The page embraces.
The staff enfolds.
And the song pours forth.
In call creation.
Amen, and amen.
Amen, and amen.
03-20-19 Comfort in…
“… saw him lying there and knew that he had been there a long time, he said to him, ‘Do you want to be made well?” John 5:1-18
It is comforting to have the dogs wake up and start asking to go out at a certain time. It doesn’t matter that they were keeping me safe from some ‘heard’ thing … just three hours ago. The wagging and smiles… the wonder at seeing, as if for the first time, yet again, what is out there in the world… the excitement of ‘come and see.’
It is comforting to wake and walk out the door to get the papers. That short walk from front door, out the gate and to stoop down to pick them up. In the walk, to take the pulse of the morning. To breathe in that air of the new day. Checking the tank for water. Having a conversation with the dogs… security. A new moment.
It is comforting to breathe in and breathe out. It is comforting to see the clouds in the sky and to hear the harvest all around. It is comforting to be wakened in the night with security … saying that they need to go and see… later… saying that they are ready to come in.
In this comfort is also the still small voice. That voice of wellness in each breath. The answer is yes. For the question is … the comfort in… Do you want to be made well? In gladness and deep lenten preparation, yes.
There is comfort in the question. There is comfort in the reflection. There is comfort in the conviction… the invitation to conviction. And the renewal in breathing in creation. All of a moment. All of a morning. All of each morning. In humbling seeing. The laugh at the wonder of the joke. And in that … comfort in all of this wonder. Comfort in…
“For this reason my joy has been fulfilled. He must increase, but I must decrease.” (from John 3:22-36)
To declare a certain set of moments… In that declaration, that observing, that describing; those moments take on scope, scale and context. They live beyond the moment of coming into being, passing through being and spinning on and away. Even in the taking time to describe, to observe, to muse… the moment lives beyond its arc.
The breath. The beat of the heart. The whole of the heart beat. The whole of the breathing cycle.
When a moment is judged in the context of a larger wave, that moment may be living far beyond its ripple.
Into the dark of this lenten moment, a light is shining. That which would grab and hold moment is given free rein to stand far beyond the moment of existing. Defended as special in the face of the wave of next moment. Held against the rushing tide and wave of time… In that defense, a different ripple comes.
In John being clear that the passage of moment is to allow the breaking wave … the breaking wave and the receding wave … in harmonic dance. When one holds the longer… the rip is inevitable. As with each life… to celebrate arc in place …
So, invited to be in moment. Clear in arc. Celebrating each and all in arc. The link of tide, wave, pulse of breath, beating of heart… these are each the more and the less. Room in pattern for each. Celebration in pattern of each. To hold up one is to hold up the whole of the arc. In gratitude, it is enough. In celebration, it is the small wonder of dawning as the lenten cave invites the breathing, the pulse, the dance of all creation; the dance of all creation.
Listening deeply. When I hear something through a projected filter… and the projection is in error… the ass hole box gets checked. Sitting with a set of projection error awareness.
The questions were in the wrong order. The hearing filter was set in the wrong place. The kind offer was heard as accusation. So… in this sudden awareness, the steps to make amends can form.
Just a short muse on the day.