Monday, September 29, 2008
Symbolic Life and ritual
Have we (I) lost sight of our spiritual life.? Do we have rituals that bring us closer to the divine? I used to have several altars around my home to remind me of the sacred and also a place to be called to worship. I have only one now although my sacred objects are spread all around our home. To remind me of a life greater than my own; a culture which honors nature more than I do, and I want to get to the place where my life is a ceremony: not just a time and place, but each moment in my life. I guess this would be the symbolic life. It would be bringing to each step a sense of the greater meaning and value involved in each individual life. Over the weekend, the father of my children had meaningful conversations with each of them. It was good. In some ways it healed the wounds left by his abandonment of them. As we age, many things that seemed so important before begin to pale in significance as we reach a certain age where our mortality is felt. Forgiveness happens without any intent. Each of my children called him and had conversations which had not happened before. Amazing!
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Wow! Divinity in the making.....
Singing to you again:
Holy As A Day Is Spent
-Carrie Newcomer
Holy is the dish and drain
The soap and sink, the cup and plate
And the warm wool socks, and the cold white tile
Showerheads and good dry towels
And frying eggs sound like psalms
With a bit of salt measured in my palm
It’s all a part of a sacrament
As holy as a day is spent
Holy is the busy street
And cars that boom with passion’s beat
And the check out girl, Counting change
And the hands that shook my hands today
Hymns of geese fly overhead
And stretch their wings like their parents did
Blessed be the dog
That runs in her sleep
The catch that wild and elusive thing
Holy is a familiar room and the quiet moments in the afternoon
And folding sheets like folding hands
To pray as only laundry can
I’m letting go of all I fear
Like autumn leaves of earth and air
For summer came and summer went
As holy as a day is spent
Holy is the place I stand
To give whatever small good I can
The empty page, the open book
Redemption everywhere I look
Unknowingly we slow our pace
In the shade of unexpected grace
With grateful smiles and sad lament
As holy as a day is spent
And morning light sings “providence”
As holy as a day is spent
Carrie Newcomer 2001
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I love your songs. Keep singing: it brings me closer to you, and to myself as well.
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