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6/23/2013

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Traveling.  The perfect venue for people watching is an airport.  No matter where or what time of day or night, we are all captives.  I just returned from a trip back to the Black Hills and spent time in airports from Washington to Oregon to Utah to Minnesota to South Dakota. A circuitous route, to say the least.  A microcosm of our larger lives;  encapsulated in a silver tube moving between heaven and earth or contained within walls of concrete and glass, always surrounded by people, moving from place to place, making connections, thinking private thoughts, communicating with the outer world through smiles or nods or tiny phones clamped to our ears.  Joined by our common wish to be somewhere, to get there. 

At one airport, I watched a chubby toddler take those few tenuous steps as mom and dad inched further away, encouraging him to keep going.  He would take a few steps, then sit down, pause, then up again to take a few more steps.  Never giving up, he seemed happy with each new try – step, sit, pause. Repeat, repeat, repeat.  From the first time we take those first wobbly steps, the process remains the same.  We inhabit larger bodies but we still get up each day to begin again.  The wise among us come to accept and then to appreciate it all.

I’ve known many people who take those first uncertain steps then seem to rush headlong without the pause, without taking time to sit and reflect.  Sometimes they crash. Life will demand a pause at some point.  Others I have known continue the race devoid of deep connections and without appreciation for all that is happening around them or within them.  The goal of winning drives the race.  At the end of life, these folks may be alone and bitter, wondering how life turned out this way, blaming the world for never having delivered all they had expected.

Others take those first few steps then sit down.  And sit.  And sit.  Blocked by fear or pain, they cannot rise up again.  Their lives are lived so timidly, so unimagined, so gray instead of bright with boldness and passion.  They expect the worst around every corner.  They, too, may arrive at their last days wondering how their lives became so narrow and flat.

“I would love to live life like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.”
            -FLUENT by John O’Donohue

The happiest people I have known are those who often surprise us with their leaps of faith, their resilience, their capacity to rise again to recreate another future.  They don’t know what’s next; yet they take those uncertain steps, pause and continue on.  They seem always young and hopeful.  They trust.  They know they will be equal to the task and will have companions for the journey.  At the end, their smiles are radiant, and they declare with conviction: “I have no complaints whatsoever.”

My wish today for each of us is that we remain ever the toddler, always moving forward between sits and pauses.  That we remain curious and trusting.  Here in western Washington, whenever the drizzle continues and the sun bravely peeks through, even momentarily, my grandson says with certainty: “There’s gotta be a rainbow somewhere!”
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seeing

6/4/2013

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I’m getting ready to take another step on the spiral walk in the great adventure we call “Life.”  I’ll be holding the Light, finding my way as the unknown reveals itself through people, places and events. 

The Black Hills are singing loudly, their voices have reached me all the way out here on the Pacific shores.  What are they telling me? How will I know? The first step is always to just show up.  So, for a week I will show up to walk in the places that I love. To listen to the thoughts of beloved friends. Mostly to listen to my own voice.

The spiral is gracious enough to allow for starts and stops, stumbles and pauses and starting over again.  The spiral holds answers for right now that are waiting to be discovered.  The spiral will not disappoint.  It can only be what it is – the great emptiness open to creation. 

Perhaps we will meet along the way!

Picture
seeing

do you know me when you hear
my voice calling 
from wisps of fading dreams 
just as dawn breaks through 

or in the brown eyes of the child
you passed by in the market, 
smiling shyly from the shadows
of the ivy covered booths

do you see me walking
in fading light of evening
or waving from the crowds
at the parade

has my fragrance wafted
through your windows 
or has my singing of a robin song
begged you to pause? 

in half remembered places
that are thin enough 
to reach beyond the limits of the dense
deep into the holiness of Mystery 

we meet we touch
we sing we dance 
in all those fleeting moments
we have not planned


-pb © 2013

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