There is something magical about this time of day—holy, sacred. As I sit outside with my coffee, the world begins to wake up, and the hush is palpable, as crickets and a few distant birds begin their song.How did we ever decide that the place to meet God was inside a building? That amazes me…it may be a good place to meet fellow sojourners and seekers, but “worship” is so spontaneous outside in Mother Nature’s cathedral.
There is a slight chill in the air this morning—a slightly damp chill—and the sky is what my Mother calls a “buttermilk sky”—little puffs of clouds that allow the stars to keep peeping through so that I don’t forget they’re there.
I think this is a holy time of day—it’s not night time, but day hasn’t come yet. It’s not dark, but it’s not light, either. It’s that “in-between time”…like stepping over a threshold from one time and space into another. I’m not here anymore, but I’m not there yet, either. I’ve experienced that in-between moment often in my life, and it seems to be when transformation is most likely to happen.
I thought I would post pictures today of the busy-ness of my day: helping hang the People’s Choice show at the Gallery this afternoon or helping set up the room for our week-long watercolor workshop featuring one of my favorite artists, Ken Hosmer. But as I sat this morning, listening to the cacophony of nature's song, I felt instead that THIS is the intention I’m setting for my day: peace and stillness underneath all the noise of a busy life.
3 comments:
We are on the same wave length today, except you started earlier than I did. Check out my photoblog. Exactly what time did you arise? Do you take a lamp out with you?
I enjoyed reading about your day! The in between places are interesting, to say the least.
Susan
Ok, opened the photo up and see that you have candles to light your journal. I tried but couldn't read what you had written. ;-)
Susan
P.S. me again
As I read your questions about who decided to worship INSIDE a building, I was reminded of that dream I had way back in FNG days, where I was dancing outside the church building(with a few others). I could see through the glass windows into the church but I was outside it. This brought back memories of other dreams of being "outside" the church and literally OUTSIDE in nature. It always feels good, whether in dreams or in real life, to worship outside.
Obviously your post inspired a lot of thoughts. I was thinking about these things as I sat in the gazebo and read the "The Mist Filled-Celtic Wisdome for Seekers and Wanderers."
Ireland, I am going there one day!
Susan
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