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Leap of faith

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In beauty she sleeps
guarded by angels,
keeping her safe in
heavenly silence…

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February 29, 2012 at 9:42 pm

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Just another day

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Another year has gone by…in chronological time anyway. I took the day off. Went to get a haircut. Stopped at the library on the way home and checked out Bill Bryson’s A Short History of Nearly Everything. I’m currently reading The Cloister Walk by Kathleen Norris…and I needed something else to help tether me to physical reality. It was a cool and overcast day, with a fine mist in the air. When I returned home…I put a small cherry-berry pie into the oven to celebrate.

I awoke this morning from another strange dream. I was visiting a very old apartment. Sharon was there…and another woman who appeared to be a friend. I noticed two dinner plates on a wooden table by the window…the remnants of large leaves of lettuce on each that had served as a bed for a salad. The other woman poured me a cup of something that looked like a purplish hot chocolaty kind of drink, and excitedly said, “You’ve got to try this.” Later, we were walking out in a courtyard…in the gloaming…trees towering overhead…an ornate, brown brick, official-looking building in the near distance. Suddenly, a call to prayer. It all had a middle-eastern atmosphere to it. A very strange language that I couldn’t understand…Arabic perhaps…or Hebrew? I had a feeling that I didn’t really belong there…that my presence was temporary…only a visitor. I seemed to be more concerned about certain things than was everyone else.

Some dreams amaze me in their degree of detail and realism…I can’t imagine them being solely of my own contrivance. When I awoke…a very peaceful feeling pervaded the bedroom…and it took a few moments to reorient myself to the present reality. Maybe…I later thought…it was a birthday gift of some kind…

Pie is done…

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February 27, 2012 at 1:44 pm

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Hopeful

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Today felt like the first day of Spring here in the Carolinas…a balmy day in the seventies…with a gentle breeze. It’s still February though…have to be realistic. But…there are some optimistic trees starting to bloom…with their rose-colored flowers. And tonight…it’s lovely and mild. The temperature in the sixties…the frogs singing. Maybe they know something we don’t. They’re hopeful that the winter is over. We’ll see. But it’s nice to have the windows open tonight. Maybe I’ll hear the barred owl hooting off in the distance. And…I’m looking forward to hearing the whip-poor-wills with their nightly serenades…and even the annoying mockingbirds. The nights have been pretty silent lately…

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February 23, 2012 at 9:07 pm

Sparks

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“All living creatures are sparks from the radiation of God’s brilliance, and these sparks emerge from God like the rays of the sun.”   – Hildegard of Bingen

I’ve stopped counting the weeks and months…at least consciously. That empty feeling of loss seems to have settled down somewhere in my heart, where I feel it will remain for the rest of my days. Sometimes it’s momentarily masked by the sight of pure white clouds silently drifting across a porcelain blue sky…or the unexpected cry of a hawk, as it soars high above, hidden in the sun. Little, everyday things…that somehow have taken on a new fragile, ephemeral nature. Things that simply need to be witnessed…those sparks in a world of comings and goings. Below the surface, there’s now that everpresent sense of contingency that colors everything. That too…I’m thinking…must be a gift.

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February 18, 2012 at 9:40 pm

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Kenotic love

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“I started to think that perhaps silence is God. Perhaps God is silence – the shining, spinning ring of pure and endless light.”

– Sara Maitland, The Book of Silence

Has God done this? Emptied Himself out so completely…become silence? And now…we are being drawn back into Him…by emptying ourselves…giving back to Him what was freely given to us? Embraced in an eternal dance of giving and receiving…

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February 13, 2012 at 8:48 pm

Strange currents

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…flow through our lives. The people we meet through casual encounters…or what we think are casual encounters. Who are we really…where have we been…where are we going. This entwinement has always been on my mind…that we’re part of a fabric that is being woven…a tapestry of sorts…for what purpose…and with what end in mind? And the strangest part of it is…that  the grand view…what the beholder of this immense tapestry perceives…is, for the most part, unbeknownst to us…a mystery. We think we have a good idea of our past history…and where we’re going…but do we really?

I watched an interesting film this weekend called Anonymous. An imaginative revision of history…basically dealing with who William Shakespeare really was…or who he wasn’t. But the intricate web that it wove of English royalty, and the effect that mere words might have on the outcome of a civilization was thought-provoking…to say the least. It was a very beautiful film…evocative of the age…and I had to watch it several times before the story line became clear. The undercurrents of what was…and what might have been…sets the mind reeling about our own personal lives. How much of our understanding of our lives…and the people we’ve lived with, and interacted with on a daily basis…has any solid basis in reality? How much of it is mere playacting?  And…do we really have a grasp on the plot?

Even something mundane, such as looking down at my two Pomeranians…sleeping at my feet…takes on new meaning. Do I even have a glimmer of the forces of history that have enabled them to grace my life in such a simple manner? They probably have more royalty in their blood lines than I could ever hope for… being descended from working sled dogs of the Arctic regions, and being bred for royalty in Poland, Germany, and later in England.

How much more so…the people that come into our lives…however briefly. There’s a depth of being here that’s difficult to comprehend. But it needs to be taken seriously…lest we miss something…or someone…that might change our lives forever.

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February 11, 2012 at 2:51 pm

A gift

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This needs to be seen by as many people as possible. It was brought to my attention by a fellow blogger…Patti’s Grace Notes…at a time when I needed it the most…Thank you. This is so beautiful and moving…that I post it here for more to see.

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February 4, 2012 at 12:11 pm