|Apr 27, 2017||Twinkle and a Wink|
|Apr 26, 2017||Terrifying Beauty|
|Apr 25, 2017||River Seeds|
|Apr 24, 2017||Turtles and Apple|
|Apr 23, 2017||Ink Me on Your Palm|
|Apr 22, 2017||Useful|
|Apr 21, 2017||A Prayer for the Warrior|
|Apr 20, 2017||Not Good|
|Apr 18, 2017||Neither, Nor|
|Apr 17, 2017||Hot, Hot, Hot|
|Apr 16, 2017||The Light is Real: Easter|
|Apr 15, 2017||Pebble Minded|
|Apr 14, 2017||A Child Leads Them|
|Apr 13, 2017||Banned by the Church|
|Apr 12, 2017||Fred|
|Apr 11, 2017||Keep Moving to the Center|
|Apr 10, 2017||Sunbeam|
|Apr 9, 2017||1 Corinthians 13|
|Apr 8, 2017||Daughter Gone|
|Apr 7, 2017||Eat, My Coat, Eat|
|Apr 6, 2017||Comic God|
|Apr 5, 2017||Old Town Canoe|
|Apr 4, 2017||Turning a Furry Cheek|
|Apr 3, 2017||My Ship's Coming|
|Apr 2, 2017||Blame Game|
|Apr 1, 2017||Preble Street|
Title: The Light is Real: Easter
Date: April 16, 2017
This is The Light is Real ~ "Today will be a silent walk,” she thought, “a meditative walk, a ‘quieting of myself’ walk.”
Beside the pond at the trailhead? she removed her boots and socks, setting them aside to walk barefoot and thereby forcing her tender feet to step slowly, carefully, and soundlessly along the damp trail.
"Alone in nature, with nature, as nature, all immersed in God together," she thought.
She stepped forward breaking no twig, making no sound, with her breath intent on listening to nature’s sounds, making no disturbance, with no words, no thoughts, no memories, no songs, or ideas inside of her mind, only breath, movement, and listening to scurrying of mice, and chattering squirrels. Hours passed as her walking meditation deepened and so she lost track of time and of herself. Slowly rounding a corner on the trail, she heard a Black-capped Chickadee coming, stopping and advancing. She stopped; quiet in her soul, hardly breathing, just being, as this Chickadee alighted on branch an arm's length away. They stared at each other eye to eye, comfortable in each other's presence, and without knowing why she slowly raised her arm extending her index finger offering a human perch. It just felt right. Her Chickadee dropped down to her finger, gripping tightly with his tiny talons. Eyes locked on eyes as they stood and stared until the bird flew in for a hovering closer look. His black eyes were an inch from hers, his beak touched her nose, his wings beat feathery against her twin cheeks, and his talons tickled her chin. This Chickadee then perched again on a nearby branch. Their eyes stayed locked the whole time. Suddenly, she saw inside his eyes into his inside and there witnessed the center of his soul, a brilliant illumination, a ball of Light, and she instantly knew that this Chick-a-dee was seeing the same Light inside of her soul. One infinite Light; two bodies, separate but bound, both God struck, they stared soul-to-soul, Light to Light, until the bird broke their oneness singing (chick-a-dee-dee-dee, chick-a-dee-dee-dee).
God's Light is inside of us all, left behind for us all by the Risen Cosmic Christ.
Let’s Pray: Dear Christ, let me be awestruck by your Light. Amen.
A thought: Everlasting Light from Everlasting Light. Believe, and you will see for yourself.