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…”

#augustmorning
#feastoftransfiguration
#quiet
#bekindandsee
#bestillandknow

The Magic of Music…

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Beautiful red leaves in front of our library…

This afternoon the boys both had holds in at the library, so the plan was for us to run over there really quick and then come home to enjoy our books. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon — the air was crisp, and the trees were showing off their lovely red and yellow leaves. The Professor went ahead of us down the hall to where the “books on hold” arrivals are kept — ours are at the very end of a long hall by our library’s community room. All of sudden he came flying back… gesticulating wildly for us to hurry up. There was music coming from the community room! Just then I remembered that our library has a “String Along” a couple Sundays a month — I keep meaning to check it out, maybe bring my guitar too, but then I forget about it again. This time we stumbled upon it… they were playing, “I’ll Fly Away,” one of The Philosopher’s favorite songs, which was reason enough for me to take us in where we could listen for awhile.

When I stepped into the room, I couldn’t believe how many different kinds of stringed instruments there were. It was obviously a rather informal gathering, and people continued to come in with their instruments while we were there  — all different ages… and it appeared that they were at different levels of experience as well. But everyone was having so much fun — guitars, banjos, a mandolin, violins… even a huge bass cello — all making music together! I definitely need to bring my guitar sometime — when I have a free Sunday afternoon.

There is something about making music with others that creates connections almost instantly.  Music is such a powerful force for union and communication — it brings us together and creates an immediate sense of community — there’s nothing quite like it. (This is why I love to bring my guitar on my hospice visits — even if my patient has trouble communicating, we can share music together, and we can connect through the rhythm and rhyme of song.) The boys and I were only in the room with these complete strangers for a few minutes, but we were very welcome, and invited to come back as if we were long lost family. It takes only moments of sharing a song to begin to draw people into real relationships… The power of music is like some kind of communion magic — bringing people together effortlessly.

Tonight (or early morning as the case may be), I am so thankful for the surprise blessings that come my way… I don’t consider what good things may be around the corner in my life very often… though I spend far too much time thinking about what could go wrong –such a common problem as a human. I am just so human

But tonight I’m grateful…

  1. scarlet trees with leaves of flame…
  2. the wonder of public libraries…
  3. Pat-me letting me know The Philosopher needs me — she’s so good at her job…
  4. shopping for groceries with my hubby… :)
  5. late night blogging… ;)
  6. fried egg sandwiches…
  7. my favorite purple blanket…
  8. my hubby’s sense of humor…
  9. laughing my head off this morning… :)
  10. listening to my boys laugh tonight… :)

It’s all Grace…