April 19, 2013

Friday Ramble - Trailing Light

I open my eyes, the trailing edges of a dream by woodland and river brushing against a still foggy mind – impressions of roots and moss covered rocks, ferns springing up and wildflowers blooming in shady places, flickering sunlight and blue sky seen through old trees, the song of the river in its blithe becoming.

There was melancholy in my dream and an element of panic too – the night’s concerns linger as I emerge from them with tea in hand after my night's ramblings.  What if I am failing here in this lifetime?  What if I am unable to share in any meaningful way, just how rare and precious and beautiful is this sacred earth we are all treading together?

The tender ferns springing from the ancient rocks in the gorge care not for such things, and they're content simply to be there in the sunlight of their native place.  Perhaps, like them I get to come back and leaf out over and over again until I get things right.  I remember Joanna Macy's words and am comforted:

It is my experience that the world itself has a role to play in our liberation. Its very pressures, pains, and risks can wake us up -- release us from the bonds of ego and guide us home to our vast, true nature. For some of us, our love of the world is so passionate that we cannot ask it to wait until we are enlightened.
Joanna Macy, World as Lover, World as Self

Somehow or other, I shall be here among these hills forever and drinking in the wild light.  My molecules will disperse and reassemble and cavort in many other life forms, but they may remember in some small measure or scrap of their being what it was like to be here this time around.  That is quite enough.


Wendi said...

Oh, Kate. If only you knew the comfort and grace you give us all here on the web each morning. I can't imagine that you'd think you might not contribute...Silly girl. :)

Wendi said...

Sorry...Cate! (Morning is not my best thing. The fingers don't start cooperating until at least 10 am. :)

Carmine said...

Thank you for sharing those words of Joanna Macy—"our vast, true natures" brings tears to my eyes. I have been struggling to escape those bonds of ego and feel as if maybe I am on the edge of discovering what my true nature might be...I know my life can be bigger than this. By being witness to your own journey in this life, you are helping mentor and be a companion on the journey to others. And all our love and praise and gratitude to the world surely is felt by all.

Tabor said...

With the world in chaos it is nice to visit your calm corner.

Kiki said...

AMEN to that!
Thank you - here it's nearly midnight and I shall take your words and the wonderful poetry by Joanna Macy with me to sleep and probably dream of soft moss and tender ferns - I have many wonderful ferns in my garden and they grow about 5in per day... :)

GreenWhisper said...

thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts.

Cindy said...

The world has need of every word you write!

Hilaire said...

You make an enormous contribution, don't ever doubt that.

Have you thought of making some of your posts into a book? I have a book called Buddhist Offerings 365 by Olivier and Danielle Follmi which has a beautiful photograph on one page and text on the other - Buddhist sayings for each day. It is an absolute treasure and that format (or similar, maybe one a week, 52) would work fantastically for what you have to offer. I'd love to have such a book and it would make a wonderful present.

Just a thought!

Lee said...

Thank you. Today, as so often, you shared the thoughts I longed to hear.