welcome, welcome to day 56 of a season of peace and day 100 of this eighth turn around the sun on the poetic peace pilgrimage, a day where on awakening, i re-member as i gaze into the slowly rising sun that i’d wanted to share that yesterday marked seven months ago that i died and came back followed by the miraculous birth of a babe a moon later… this meditation moved into a momentary thought of wishing i’d had a mentor as a young child to talk with me about living on this third rock from the sun… a waterfall of mentoring images rapidly flowed… the rainbow serpent, so many days meandering on the lowgrounds of the powhatan confederacy, the dreams, psalm 23, the robin singing me awake each morning and on and on, each experience wordlessly embedding the knowing that we are never alone. the third rock from the sun is a world of original blessing in a cosmic field of loving presence…

deepen with me now to the tune of the poet laureate, Joy Harjo’s beautyway…

“To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River.  Circles in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon, within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.”

let us close the circle with one more song…

Let’s find a Way today,
that can take us to tomorrow.
We’ll follow that Way,
A Way like flowing water.

Let’s leave behind,
the things that do not matter…

…Let’s take the time and try to find,
what real life has to offer…
…Like a friend, true ’til the end,
it will help us onward.

The sun is high, the road is wide,
and it starts where we are standing.
No one knows how far it goes,
for the road is never-ending.

It goes away,
beyond what we have thought of.
It flows away,
Away like flowing water.

~ Benjamin Hoff ~

(The Te of Piglet)