Night Sky

23 12 2016

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It is within night’s darkness that light is manifested most clearly.

Lying down, faces gazing toward the starred-black dome;

the Presence of Slowness washes over us;

stillness bathes us;

cicadas sing love songs to our soul.

 

This is where we are truly known.

This is where we truly know.

 

Yet, there will be times when this same darkness

seems like an endless cavern extinguishing our faith;

the air feels heavy with shadows;

our imminent demise gathers momentum;

we lie in fetal position;

we bathe in fear and anxiety;

faces buried in the sanctuary of a pillow;

hawking voices sing songs of hopelessness . . .

 

The invitation remains –

be still.

The essence of our being will not be decimated.

We will not lose ourselves, despite ego’s contrary voice.

Let another carry Light’s hope when you cannot.

 

Trying to escape –

moving so quickly and carelessly in such darkness –

is much too dangerous.

We will remain unchanged.

 

But in the remaining –

within the darkness, while our spirit-eyes adjust,

ready yourself to welcome evidence of Light;

the glimmer of Loves soft Light;

the warmth of Love beside us in blinding darkness;

in what seems a vast emptiness.

 

We will begin to discover ourselves – our true, authentic selves.

Born out of the darkness in which we sit;

created by Love that embraces us… always.

 

This is where we are closest to Knowing.

This is where we are fully known.

 

Looking up or down, then, it matters not;

Light is . . .

in the darkest night;

in the brightest day;

in each of us –

always . . .

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Horizons – On the Edge

25 08 2011

I woke at 5:40 a.m. – another early morning at the beach. My body wanted to stay in bed – my spirit dragged me to the window. Like opening a gift that contained the thing you want most in the world, I pulled back the shades to reveal the rays of the pre-dawn sun barely illuminating the horizon – a deep blue sky above; darkness still swimming across the waters below; but that thin place in between – a deep, warm red-orange glow lining the horizon. I grabbed my tripod and camera, and soon found myself wading in sand.

 

With feet and tripod dug into sand, I looked over the Atlantic, snapping pictures, standing in awe – then somewhere in between the two, Light began to illuminate what was within. From the distant horizon in my soul, Truth exposed a spiritual desert within. I couldn’t seem to find my center – the Center. Somehow the Center would need to find me. Instead of standing there on the beach, my soul felt like fleeing to the mountains – my sanctuary…to nestle into coves and hollows; to lean against foothills; to rest in the shade of mountain peaks; to stroll along high ridges; to soar from lofty vistas.

 

Yet, there I was, on the edge of a vast ocean: openness; uncovered, nothing to nestle into; nothing offering midday shade; no lofty terrain to soar from; nothing to lean into except breaking waves. Open and exposed…just me, an empty lifeguard chair, and the burning horizon illuminating whom I really was; illuminating the truth as to where I really was – no place to hide from me.

 

But it was okay. Underneath the restlessness…within my soul’s desire to take sanctuary in higher elevations…in the midst of feeling lost – there was a peace. There was an opportunity here – an opportunity to be found. A transformation was in motion (and still is).  As I stood at the ocean’s edge, struggling to comprehend its vastness, I was brought to the edge of trust.

 

I have to trust that the waters continue beyond the ever-brightening horizon…that they continue beyond the reach of my eyesight. Isn’t this the way of faith? Some things I can see…but I can only see so far. I can only know what I know up to this very moment. Because of my limitations, I cannot know it all. It comes to the point where the known meets the unknown…when I cannot step into the future with full certainty. Here, at the edge, I have a choice – I can choose what is safe, what I know, what has already been lived; or I can choose to risk and step toward what is before me, toward the unknown, toward the horizon God holds for me. I can choose to step into what I do not know for certain – letting go of pre-conceived notions…using fear’s fuel as energy to propel me toward adventure…letting go of who I think I will become and trusting that God is creating me to be more than I can image. This is an opportunity to go deeper…deeper within ourselves…deeper into others…deeper into God – stepping up to edge of and then into what we fully do not understand or know. With faith we trust the Spirit goes before us preparing the way…preparing us.

 

As I stood gazing over the beautiful painted horizon, I was reminded of a quote by Andre Gide:

 

We cannot discover new oceans

 

unless we have the courage to lose sight of
the shore.