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September 24, 2007To sit by an open window…To sit by an open window of a dark and quiet autumn night and hear in the sounds of distant traffic, the ebb and flow of the ocean (or the rushing water of a stream) is to displace oneself from all that is absolute, solid, identifiable and known, and to seek out the larger space that exists half in-reality and half in-perception. Half in heaven and half on earth. Tonight I sit by a window in a local schoolroom in a landlocked town, and I can hear the sound of the ocean…no, the traffic…no, a stream, and to me it all seems like a world of oneness and infinite possibility. Voices are voices. Voices are foghorns and gulls and music somewhere distant - beyond where I am. All of this is God revealing himself in a duality of wonder. The wonder-illusion of space and time and the limitlessness of our imaginings. The wonder of everything being both real and not real, illusion and reality. I am here at this desk. I am there, on the beach. There is here. Only God can create this mystery and live within it. All is one. Atoms are mountains; mountains are atoms - all creation quivers with the love and intention of the Creator. So I sit by this window. Today I did mundane, real things. Today I heard the ocean. Today I sat in a room full of strangers, and while I did not see them “shining like the sun” ala Thomas Merton, I saw them with better-than-my-own eyes, with perhaps an infinitesimal bit of “God-eyes” - the tiniest sense of love, comprehension, recognition, compassion for everyone there - a mere millisecond of bright understanding, no more than the smallest speck of sand in the vast beach/ocean/desert that is God’s constant awareness, God’s constant, intensive intent. Just that one flash, that snapshot felt so enlarging. So then, how vast and huge and unfathomable is the reality of the love of the Creator? We get gifts every day. This is my gift for today - the gift of wonder. Wonder at my own children. Wonder at the rich mystery of marriage. Wonder at the tiny sparks - the divine sparks - that exist in each of us, like sparks that leap from a campfire, from the Fire of the Creator, carried away on the breeze - to be reclaimed by him at the time of his choosing, when he “calls all things to himself.” The wonder of our little sparks working so diligently, so trustingly to re-connect with his great unfathomable Flame. “O Lord, you have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.” (St. Augustine). There is a poem by Walt Whitman, “Sparkles from the Wheel,” - a knife sharpener plies his trade, a stone wheel turns against an edge of steel and sparkles fly. The Word, the Logos, the Incarnation is the Rock. The Intention of the Creator hews the sharp edge. All humanity, the sparkles. http://theanchoressonline.com/2007/09/24/to-sit-by-an-open-window/trackback/ 7 Responses to “To sit by an open window…” |
September 25th, 2007 at 12:56 am
Best thing I’ve read all day month. Perfect.
Thanks.
September 25th, 2007 at 8:34 am
Dear Anchoress, what a beautiful written post today. The thoughts within it are inspiring and thought provoking. My greatest desire indeed - to see God in everyone and everything. Thank you for sharing this today.
I’m involved in a study right now called, “Cleansing Stream” and a lady there sharing how her 42 year old sister just passed away in August. She was a vibrant, healthy, full of energy lady with a 4 yr. old and 6yr. old. She did cross-country biking and after one of these tours, she started to complain in April how tired she was and in general not feeling well. After tons of tests, etc…they found out that she had a rare blood disorder. She died in August. Her husband is beside himself and says it is a “nightmare” around his house. Please pray for them that God could somehow even reveal Himself in such a tragedy and comfort them.
September 25th, 2007 at 8:39 am
The Gifts…
“We get gifts every day. This is my gift for today - the gift of wonder. Wonder at my own children. Wonder at the rich mystery of marriage. Wonder at the tiny sparks - the divine sparks - that exist in each of us, like sparks that leap from a campfire…
September 25th, 2007 at 9:32 am
Your post sparkles with your special gift. You need not quote poets. Your writing is sublime and approaches poetry. I immediately wrote to a sister of mine this morning and gave her the link and told her she must read your post and savor it, as I have this morning. What a lovely way to start the day and escape the mundane (or, rather, to find in it the wonder of God’s creation).
September 25th, 2007 at 10:32 am
Wonderful post. Are you familiar with Brother Lawrence’ “The Practice of the Presence of God”? As I am seeking to digest his teaching and incorporate it into my daily life, your post was most timely.
September 25th, 2007 at 12:36 pm
Another wonderful post. I’m recommending it on my page: http://ravingmainy-yak.blogspot.com/2007/09/seeing-little-sparks.html#links
October 1st, 2007 at 4:46 am
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