Thursday, July 15, 2010
returning to grace
She is not a place, mood or emotion. Nor is she past, present or future. Not language or morning or night. Neither sun, rain or mist. She is not the mountains or the ocean, not land or sky, shower or rainbow. She is neither the first thing I see, nor the last. Her lips are not honeyed, soft in life’s gravity, firm of intent. Her eyes hold not the world in all its spectrum reflected. She simply is. And when I drop all the filters and labels, when I put aside need and want, lust and desire, past and future, when I am able to simply be, she simply is; and everything else I can think to say or write or do distracts, distorts and takes me away from the simplicity of her being, from that place unlike any other place, where the energy is just life as I imagine life is in those first moments, just alive. So I feel a kinship with birth, newborns my brothers and sisters. And I hope and pray their journey back to grace takes a few less years than mine.
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Not the adjectives of morning. Not the verbs of night. Nor the nouns of mountain vistas.
Just playing with words like finger paint. Pay no heed to my random scribbles.
What you call random scribbles are some of the most penetrating you have written, wonderfully attentive to the idea of the indecipherable, it both is and is not, and in the not, it is some more, truly ravishing, finger paint is a good analogy, what is not defined in the finest of detail is sometimes easier to see (for one), room to breathe, the mark of the greatest writers, both witty and soul touching, this post is short and huge, direct and skating, above all it infuses the reader with liveliness.
My dearest Sunshine, I cannot tell you how nice it is to see you commenting. Hugs and kisses my dear one.
Earlier today I read an interesting quote on the nature of love, actually very penetrating in definition, the kind that you find yourself nodding in agreement. Only this time, the nodding was something different for I thought the author had simply missed the entire target and what he was describing was not love at all but only what a lot of people point to as love, which is to say, all the associated emotions, good and bad.
Well, anyway, I just couldn't not respond. The deeper I explore and experience love, the more quiet the waters run and what I find is not the proverbial fireworks as much as a purifying peace, the kind one gets on a glorious morning, standing at the window, coffee in hand, the day dawning as only day dawns of bird and hue, the very colors of life announcing themselves by way of ever brightening shades. I cannot imagine love without this overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. I have tried to write of it and it simply defies language. So let me say it this way. Imagine the greatest moment of peace and relaxation you have ever known and mix it with the greatest scenes of natural beauty, ocean, mountain, you pick, and imagine the peace, the view, the very breath that lifts one from the day without your feet ever leaving the ground. So this was my attempt. I'll try again and again. Maybe one day, I'll get really lucky. :-)
As always, your comment is very much appreciated. Hope and trust you are feeling better.
xoxo
Poppet
*sighing*
Grace has a special place in my life experience...on so many different levels. What you've described here is absolutely true and perfect.
Add to that your comments about love, and I'm rendered to more sighing, more nodding of my head, and feeling more gratitude for the expected and unexpected moments of grace...peace...and love that twinkle in my life.
Grace, so nice to see you stopping by. Thanks for the warm and wonderful comment. The thought of you sighing makes me smile and I find that no matter how many smiles I have in my account, it is never enough. :-)
Have a wonderful, sunny California weekend!
It took me 4 years to return from my directionless walk-a-bout...I can not begin to imagine what your 25 year odyssey must have felt like
Wes, I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy.
from that place unlike any other place
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