This is a photo collage of some pelicans I saw at the beach and some stained glass. When I saw the birds it reminded me of a chant sung by Libana:
“There’s a river of birds in migration, a nation of women with wings.”
There’s a river of birds in migration, a nation of children with wings.
There’s a river of birds in migration, a nation of people with wings.”
The 1st line of this chant is attributed to Oregon Women’s Land Community. I’m not sure who added the 2nd-3rd lines. I heard it on a Native American Chant CD. Sometimes we sing this chant at a Taize gathering in my home.
A friend of mine shared a Youtube video about a winged migration, with music by Nick Cave. I am touched by the beauty, focus, determination and grace of these geese..
“He (the American Indian) believes profoundly in silence—the sign of a perfect equilibrium. Silence is the absolute poise or balance of body, mind, and spirit. The man who preserves his selfhood ever calm and unshaken by the storms of existence—not a leaf, as it were, astir on the tree; not a ripple upon the surface of shining pool—his, in the mind of the unlettered sage, is the ideal attitude and conduct of life. If you ask him: “What is silence?” he will answer: “It is the Great Mystery!” “The holy silence is His voice.”
—Ohiyesa, “A Treasury of Traditional Wisdom”, Whitall N. Perry
From the Book of Nature, all paths lead towards the One…
“Reading Scripture is a way of going to “the inexhaustible wellspring by which God gives himself to thirsting human beings” (Origen, third century). The Bible is a “letter from God to creatures” that enables them to discover God’s heart in God’s words.” (Gregory the Great, sixth century)
Yesterday, there was an autumn equinox ritual celebrated at the MA Center in San Ramon, California. Lakshmi Collins led us in body prayers invoking the Spirit and qualities of the four directions. We sang, meditated, walked the labyrinth, chanted for peace as we imagined soft white flower petals falling gently upon parts of the earth that need it most. We made the intention of letting go of what does not serve us anymore. Continue reading Autumn Equinox Ritual→
“There brews He beautiful water! And beautiful it always is! You see it glistening in the dewdrop; you hear it singing in the summer rain; you see it sparkling in the ice gem when the trees seem loaded with rich jewels!… dancing in the hailstorm, leaping, foaming, dashing…! See how it weaves a golden gauze for the setting sun, and a silvery tissue for the midnight moon! ”