As you read, you can use your own name for the Great Mystery, the Force of Life, Beauty, Love:
Psalm of Desire
(14 August 2016, revised)
O God of Beauty,
God of Marvel,
God of Wonder,
the whole universe that you have made
is built upon desire:
the force that holds electrons in atomic orbit,
that keeps the planets in their dance around the sun,
and wheels the spiraled walk of galaxies
is that same force which holds us to the earth,
which pulls the tides up the beach and back,
and calls us from complacency
to yearn for something more.
Not only do we hunger for you,
but you are the very force of our longing,
the Magnet which draws us ever outward
from the limiting walls of our own egos
to seek your face in all that surrounds us,
to seek your heart in the hearts of our neighbors,
to follow the pathway that leads us homeward.
You are the Magnet which draws us, finally,
into the home of our deepest selves,
where we are most truly
what you have made us to be.
Our yearning for you is an echo
of your own yearning for your children.
May we carry the knowledge within us,
deep in our cellular constellations,
pulled with the tides of our blood,
that our own deepest longings
are the echoes of your voice
calling us to you.
Draw us ever closer to your Center,
as the sun holds the planets in constant orbit,
as a mother draws her child to her heart,
that our longing may lead us always to you,
our Truest Home.
1. Preparing the heart space. So much work remains to be done, but the work on the heart moves on apace. (I copied this from last year’s August 15 list.)
2. Memories of luna moth. I haven’t seen any this year (yet), but I love looking at photos from other years.
3. How Love will always trump dogma. Generous spirits.
4. The wise and loving community.
5. Feathers. Wings. Wind. Flight.
May we walk in Beauty!
Some of my favorite moments of poetic creation have been when I take seemingly unrelated images and ideas and pack them together into the same poem to create a new thing. It’s like the satisfaction of making a really good collage or a quilt–when you put together things that don’t seem to have any relationship to each other, and suddenly when they come together, a kind of alchemy occurs. A shiny new layer of meaning is created.
Yesterday was a collage of a day, a quilt of a day, a poem of a day for me. In the morning, as I was cleaning out the market room and setting up bins of vegetables and bustling about in the morning work of the day, I kept getting that feeling you get when you know someone is looking over your shoulder, or watching you from a distance. I actually turned around–several times–to see who was there, but everyone was still up in the fields harvesting. At one point when I turned around, I thought I saw someone slip behind the sycamore tree, but when I looked in the reflection of the shop window behind the tree, no one was there.
A few hours later, when the harvest rush was over, my children came running to tell me that they had discovered a “milkweed moth” on the swing set. (Last year, we had seen a Luna Moth resting on a milkweed plant–it made quite an impression on the boys.) They showed me, and there she was, fresh as the beginning of the world, wings still unfurling. We watched her over the course of the next couple of hours as her wings filled out to their full glory and she opened them up. She was still there, in the rain, when we went to bed last night, but this morning she is gone.
2. Magic and wonder
4. Listening deeply
May we walk in Beauty!
1. Luna Moth
2. Halo of morning sun around a black hen on dewy grass coming to greet me in the morning.
3. The parenting village–we don’t have to do it all alone, don’t have to figure it out all alone.
4. Dissatisfaction and satisfaction: a two-sided coin. Right now, I am exploring dissatisfaction as a means to avoid complacency and getting-stuck-in-a-rut-ness.
5. Ellis is reading Calvin and Hobbes cartoons to Joss.
May we walk in Beauty, fly in Beauty.