Roots reaching deep into the earth, we suck life greedily.
We are of the earth, we are earth.
Buffeted by wind, watered by storms, we face nature greedily.
We are shaped by nature. We are nature.
Leaves stretching high into heaven, we suck light greedily.
We are of the heavens. We are heaven.
Anchored to earth, joined to heaven, potential flows through us greedily.
We bridge the gap. We connect the poles.
The thunderbolt of God’s Grace strikes searing scars.
Oh, God, How sweet the blessing of life and death.
Ben Leichtling
Elizabeth Goudge born 1900 in Wells, England, died 1984: novelist.
Works: The Little White Horse, The Scent of Water, the trilogy of the Eliot family
Quotes: “Butterflies…not quite birds as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.” “Faith given back to us after a night of doubt is a stronger thing, and far more valuable to us than faith that has never been tested.” “Most of the basic truths of life sound absurd at first hearing.”
Snow.
From snow water.
From water rain.
From rain new growth.
From new growth oxygen.
From oxygen breath.
From breath spirit.
God.
God grant me now the breath and the spirit
that only comes from the melting
of the oppressive snow that locks me in,
covers me up, and hinders my movement.
Melt, melt, melt.
Jamie Ziegler
St. George: Patron saint of soldiers, Boy Scouts, and England
William Shakespeare born 1564 in Stratford, England, died 1616: poet, playwright, actor, dramatist – ‘The Bard of Avon.’
Quotes: “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” “Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”
In this time of death and resurrection, may we crack the egg, remove the protective shell that has kept us entombed and find the center of gold waiting for discovery. And in that golden center, the potential for renewal: new-found music, a re-awakening of dance, a rebirth of grace and friendship, a discovery of connectedness, a new role, a new place to be, a transformation of those we almost gave up on….May we meet the challenges of these days with faith that what we cannot see and what we cannot know vitalizes what we must see and what we must do. May we seed our imaginations with hope that weeds out the fear, the second guessing and then let the blooming begin. May we reimagine life as a river-fed river flowing into and through us and on into other river-fed rivers. May we convey the love that has fed us, that is feeding us and that will feed us and may it refresh the dark earth around us with a moisture that grows into green.
Benjamin Martin
On This Day…
Earth Day and Shinto day honoring the earth and the Diety manifesting as Mother Earth
Vladimir Nabokov born 1899 in St. Petersburg, Russia, died 1977: novelist.
Works: Lolita, Pale Fire, The Gift
Quotes: “The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.” “Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.” “The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.”
It cannot be told. What do I mean? “It can’t be told.” It can only be found by you letting go of you—it can only be seen by you letting go of the self that keeps telling you what it wants or wants it to be.
William Boast, The Omnific Journey
Osiris! Look! Osiris! Listen! Arise! Live again!
Osiris! thou wert gone, but thou hast returned;
thou didst sleep, but thou hast been awakened;
thou didst die, but thou livest again.
Egyptian Pyramid Texts
