We step once again into the season of celebrating the birth, life, and teachings of Jesus. And while his story has been shaped and distorted through history by those with both personal and political agendas, the Light he shared still shines after more than two thousand years.
A remarkable blessing.
Although his may be one of the brightest Lights in our collective consciousness, it’s not the only one. Throughout time there have been so many that have held the Light of love, joy, peace, and compassion. There have been so many with a mystical power to inspire us. The list is long, much longer than I share here. And while we may not celebrate their birthdays, we do celebrate their stories and teachings. They live and lived their lives with sacred purpose. Their legacies are food for heart and soul in a world that so needs this nourishment.
The names on this short list are familiar. We could all add many more. But what about those not so familiar? What about those who will never be so publicly or universally celebrated? What about those who simply live with sacred intention and walk through their lives shining a bright Light in the world? What about us?
Yes. What about us?
We may not be mystics or even especially mystical. But when we shine our Light in the world we also leave a legacy. We leave a legacy that may not be written about in books, but it is a legacy written in the collective consciousness, a legacy that is food for heart and soul.
The world needs this nourishment. The world needs this legacy. The world needs this Light….our Light.
It’s scarf weather. I have many but my current favorite is one I purchased in Doolin last year. Cashmere. I love it. However last spring I noticed that it was pilling. My mother would be horrified and I could hear her voice telling me to resolve this issue. So when I was in Doolin I visited the Ekotree knitting factory and talked with Diarmud. Did he have a solution?
Well, he did. He ascended the spiral staircase to the upper floor and returned with a small comb in a bag. As he handed it to me, gratis as I’m a frequent customer and bring others, he told me that pilling was the natural condition of cashmere. And he suggested that I might consider living with the pills. “It’s what cashmere does,” he said.
Indeed. I had purchased cashmere and expected it not to act like cashmere. I embraced the natural fiber but not the nature of fiber. How many times do I do this in my life? Welcoming the natural world and then resisting the natural wildness of it seems a bit of a human pattern. And it took a scarf to remind me. I do still have that comb but it remains in the bag. There’s actually a relief in knowing I will not comb that lovely scarf into oblivion over time. Knowing our relationship will last for many years, this scarf and I each dancing our own nature and natural aging process, warms my body and soul.
When a dear friend sent me this image I immediately assumed it was a creation of technology. The world of technology brings many gifts, skepticism among them. But it turns out this photo is really just that, an amazing image captured not far from where I grew up in Eastern Washington. I miss that amazing skycape and often saw images in the clouds. But nothing like this. If you don’t see it immediately look at it with the land vertically on your right.
The natural world is always in communication with itself. Sometimes we are fortunate to get a glimpse of that communion.
Earth whisperer. What were you saying? What wisdom were you sharing?