Transfiguration Morning…

Blued-eyed sky and Sunlight

There is Peace here.
This morning the sky is blued-eyed — cloudless and bright…  sunlight has clothed the wetland wood across my gravel road and every green hue is alive with  its touch.
It is an August morning — the Feast of the Transfiguration — and my world awoke to this quiet beauty — the breathing of the sea-tides echoing in my chest… the rise and fall of my own rhythm — my heart keeping the beat.

I am sitting in this Quiet.
There are dishes waiting in my sink — remnants of a quick dinner before writing my paper that was due at midnight… they have been patient and will soon be clean again, but they are quiet as they wait.
The boys have had their morning meds with breakfast, the cats are resting from their nocturnal play…
In this moment nothing is clamoring for my attention.

I can feel this new day washing over my corner of the world — what is this magic that keeps us spinning through time — ever forward, ever onward? Is it this Quiet – this Foundation-of-Everything holding us all together? It is holding me here — cradling us all, just waiting to be recognized… to be known.

“If today you hear His voice, harden not your hearts.”

Inside, we’re all longing to be mystics — longing to know and be known — to sit in the Silence of ourselves surrounded by the bustle and noise of living. We’re all yearning for connection — to have Light clothe us in our innate hues and reveal our beauty to the world. Can’t you see the brightness of summer’s-light in the eyes of those around you? We’re all seeking Communion… Be gentle in your gaze — soft, compassionate eyes are the key to sight here.  Be kind, and See.

“Be still, and know…”

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#bestillandknow

Love and Time…

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I’m sitting beside our gas stove listening to its slight whistle as the fire burns, and I’m reflecting on this busy week. Advent begins this weekend so we’ll be starting our family evening Advent-time, and I’m also helping my Healing Touch teacher with her Level 2 class, so I’m definitely going to be busy. Thankfully, as of tonight we have all our Christmas shopping done — which is unbelievably early for us — I’ve never had to wait so long after buying gifts to be able to give them! There’s a reason we’ve always bought gifts near Christmas Day itself — :) — it’s just so hard to wait to give them away… :) This year we’re so busy with life that it just made more sense to take care of the presents earlier so we’d have time for everything else. I can’t wait to get everything wrapped!

Tomorrow The Philosopher sees his physiatrist again — he has improved a lot since his last visit so I’m hoping we won’t have to go back for quite a few months. After that our family plan is to spend the evening getting our Christmas decorations up — my sister’s house is already sporting all sorts of holiday loveliness and I can’t wait to get our place all set up too. I purposefully finished all my current writing pieces a day early so that I would have tomorrow evening free to decorate and get everything ready for Advent. If I have time I might even be able to get the gifts all wrapped and put them under the tree… :)

While we finished our shopping at the bookstore (we are the “book gift” family, though we bought a lot of our presents online this year — I fell in love with Etsy), we were able to stop and discuss The Professor’s upcoming birthday… he’s 20th… I can’t believe it. I really need to stop blinking… Time feels like a liar.

It’s so strange how something that can be measured so precisely can be perceived so loosely… sometimes it seems like the beginning of my motherhood was a lifetime ago, and sometimes it seems just like yesterday. I can so vividly remember holding his tininess in my arms — I remember when his eyes opened one day and showed their beautiful blue — I remember his baby laugh… How is it that he’s finishing up his 20th trip around the sun? It isn’t fair that I can’t scoop him up and make his owies go away anymore… His world is so much more than it was when it was only me…

 

I am so proud of who he is…

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It isn’t easy to ride this globe through space. It isn’t easy to live within the bonds of Time — to age and watch those around us grow old and leave us in Death’s final journey. My hubby’s Nanny has fallen and broken her hip — in her nineties she’s been gently placed in the arms of hospice surrounded by her dear ones. It’s hard to be the family members on the other side of the continent… but I know that it’s hard to be the family members there too… Nothing about our loved ones final journeys is easy…

“Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.” Song of Solomon 8:6

We don’t realize how unbelievably strong Love is until we face the physical loss of someone dear to us. Love doesn’t die… it grieves, it aches, it remembers… but it doesn’t die. It is the seed of immortality within us…  It continues without end.

“Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  

It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 

 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres..” (1 Corinthians 13:4-7)

 

God is Love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them.” (1 John 4:8)

Traveling this path around our sun — however many times I’ll do it in my lifetime — I’ve had this love-lesson written deeply on the tablet of my heart. My soul has learned to love… and so it aches, it grieves, and it remembers… but only in loving does it really learn to live. In really loving there is joy and laughter — there is song and poetry — music and story… Whatever happens on this journey of life — it is only the love I’ve known with those who have traveled with me that will last… that is what matters. The day in and day out living of life is made a sacred thing by the Love we share with each other. Don’t forget — when the day is hard, the mistakes seem overwhelming and the light is gone — Love still is… 

Love wins.

…and I am grateful…

  1. naked tree branches spilling their shadows in the sunshine…
  2. the smell of new books…
  3. Christmas packages in the mail…
  4. tracking packages across the country…
  5. bearing others’ burdens across the miles… and in our homes…
  6. hot tea before bed…
  7. hugs from The Philosopher…
  8. Christmas shopping at the bookstore with my hubby…
  9. Chai Tea made with almondmilk…
  10. living a couple houses from my sister for a whole year as of today! :)

It’s all Grace…