Bird Brained Heart

I wonder what early humans thought of birds?  Birds make me think like an early human.  Birds defy human supremacy and give us some sense of the divine.  No wonder the world is filled with gods because so much of the world needs gods; need a divine hand in the matter to give sense to us who cannot bring sense to it ourselves.  Scientific explanations, though often accurate, are not adequate to the wonder humans often experience at things that are wonderful-filled.  I have no qualms with gods, I need them myself but I have to ask myself if the world needs gods for adequate explanations, how much more would gods need a Godly explanation.  I have faith it is because there is a God who first introduced us to the Being God as He pointed out all the wonders when we didn’t need a scientific explanation.  Science is just the gift of wonder for the gift of our minds, which are created to wonder.      

No Neurosis Here

I am often overwhelmed by life as it is offered to me and ecstasy or tragedy is often my response to the seemingly normal.  I seem to live at the edge of meaning where all meaning is being freshly experienced as in Eden where no experience had yet been lived and so every experience held the essence of the Divine.  There is no sickness here, no neurosis, just a gift of meaning in all things, love and hurt, and kindness and gratitude are the extremes, or as I would consider them, those experiences that are the most profound and the most at the very edge of what I consider myself capable of managing.  Other things like beauty and touch, and smoothness and quiet are also things that occupy much of my emotions along with warmth and sincerity of thought.  I am drawn to quiet, it seems to prepare me for life, the extremeness of it and first light quiet, where I live in darkness and then light comes is a constant reward of bliss that is foundational to having the energy for living.  I have no explanation for this but oft tears confirm it, I weep often, but do not cry; crying is from pain, weeping is a response to meaning.     

The sky above my head.

   

For Sweet Loving Believers Only

I was reading the 1610 Puritan Prayer book this morning and the writer prayed a part of the verse in Ephesians that God is able to do for us more than we ask or imagine.  In my continued dullness, I thought for a moment about all the things I had asked for that hadn’t been given to me but then I recalled the verse said more than ‘I imagined.’  I imagined some things I hadn’t asked for or imagined; you can drink rainwater, it comes fresh.  I’ve never run out of love and I’ve never had to buy, work, look or pay for it and yet it is a real treasure.   White is the perfect color for milk.  Wood floats.  I can taste sweet.  Some things I never imagined but God gives me “immeasurably” amounts of.     

Road trip rainbow from years ago.  

Being With Quiet

Quiet.  It is a lost thing.  It is a treasure lost for so long its value is no longer known.  Quiets value is found only in your presence with it.  It is abundant but normally not locally, you must discover it by learning to listen for it.  Quiet, the treasure you find by listening.  Quiet is not without sound but is only natural sound that naturally occurs on earth, birds, wind, lapping waves.  Quiet is assurance alive is in the commerce of living without any need for human help.  It is hopefulness in its purest sense, no need for assistance, just pure being.  Besides love, it is perhaps the greatest testimony of I AM.  The gift of hearing alive; quiet is its announcement.   

Our quiet 12 acres on loan to us.  

   

Birds Mimicking Angels

I cannot help but believe that the passing from this earth to heaven will be much like dawn coming to the eyes of one who has struggled through a night of sorrowful anxiety.  In this person's heart is such joy at the kindness of The One who conceived and made the morning come once a day.  Then, as if to affirm our hearts, the morning is always filled with unseen singing birds, we are surrounded in song by beings we cannot see.  One of the great testaments that Someone loves us.