Wabi-Sabi

What is wabi-sabi?  

My distillation of the philosophy and aesthetic wabi-sabi:

A Japanese concept that emphasizes finding beauty in the natural imperfections of nature and life cycles; honoring the wisdom and gifts harboured within such authenticity and transience.

 

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Rainwater & Zenebe

~ So, we listen to the lullaby of the rain.  Listening to the messages it insightfully whispers to us, we welcome them into our lives.  We hold hands tightly as it pours and drenches us but we stay open and still, and then comes the warmth, only then, after we’ve truly braved the discomfort. ~ K.R.

I love the rain.  In Japan, where Reiki holds roots, I would be fascinated by the rain chains (kusari-doi) that clinked in applause as the water flowed down them and collected for families to use.  I am captivated by how each drop falls long, dances as it lands, quenching the earth and gifting a sense of purification, renewal, stillness.

My daughter’s name would have been Zenebe, “raining” in Amharic (Ethiopian), Zen for short.  That’s how much I love the rain.  To love it is to embrace that which most others cower from, much like difficult emotions, trying decisions, loss, and so on.  It’s beautiful when we can look up into the rain, embrace it, find the beauty, the gifts.

A few days ago, my preschool-aged son said to me, “Mami, look at what a beautiful day it is”.  As I examined the gray, overcast sky, I was filled with humble love and appreciation.  I joined in his celebration.  I loved his reminder that we are the creators of our perception, of our reality, and in each moment, we direct the weather vane to “make our own weather”.  He reminded me that we ultimately choose to dance in the rain or hide and run from it.

There is no rainbow without rain.

Love the rain. 

Dance with me ~

Katherine R.

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Honoring Native American Wisdom

Yesterday, the day after the U.S. Thanksgiving holiday, was the designated Native American Heritage Day (holiday).  This got me thinking about the meaning of the word native, with all of its complexity, and for all that it can represent.  It got me thinking about how I love to learn from and honor heritages other than my own.  Honoring the richness of the fabric of humanity every day, in some way, is important to me.  I always find myself within it—always do.  It got me reading.  Now, it has me sharing today’s musing with you.  

As I write this note, I am boundlessly grateful for the seals barking outside, as they relish in the rolling, misty fog that soothingly and refreshingly blankets us this afternoon.  I am grateful for these still moments, with my black lab underfoot, where I can listen—truly and actively listen—to living nature, to its whisper, and to be anointed by its delicate magic.  I am grateful to share a few words here with you, along with the following beautiful Native American prayer that found me today.  I feel so fortunate to be held by these wise words today—precisely what I needed.  Thank you to the Puebloans for inspiring me in so many ways today.  Indeed, we are all connected, and their courage and wisdom is woven into our present.  Thank you for sharing this moment with me.  

Love ~ Katherine R.

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