This morning I was out in the dark with the stars and the moon. Brightness in the dark – Lanterns in the heart.
Upon needing to move from one home to another, Emily Dickinson wrote to a friend:
I am out with lanterns looking for myself.
This time of year, autumn, fall, reminds us to look for lanterns, even if it’s the orange of a pumpkin carved to better see the light within.
And as we toast, then eat the pumpkin seeds, we enter more deeply into the night light of meditation.Each moment seeds the web that connects.
Ram Dass:
Meditation offers an opportunity to have a different experience of consciousness, not as a separate individual but as part of an interconnected web of life.
In the GardenWind ChimesBats clear the belfry that’s time
I wake and think I can’t see until I put my contacts in or put glasses on but I actually can see. The cataract and lens replacement surgery worked, and I’m slowly coming to believe it. It’s clear when I drive. I see road signs and lines that were blurs before. The world is edged with invitations I missed.
Sitting on the couch at home, I realized there is a gap in one tree and I can see through to the ridge, and yet I’m still in a somewhat state of disbelief as it’s become so clear how we create our world and focus.
I’m reading Doris Kearns Goodwin’s book Lyndon Johnson and The American Dream. It’s a fascinating look at all he accomplished and how influenced he was by his environment, parents and grandparents. We all are, of course, whether it’s to absorb, or push against, but he did what he did because of it, and then came to an inability to adapt. This issue of response is often with me. How do I respond to what comes now and now and now?
My iris plant isn’t yet blooming but I resonate to this poem and how when the flowers emerge I’ll see little vases holding flowers perhaps infinitum like fractals. I’m opening to see life the same way as patterns of curiosity open, close, and merge, like night and day.
This poem is from Billy Collin’s poetry book “Musical Tables”.
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