Wild Peace & Grace

Life.  Messy.  The grace of nature never fails to sustain, console, uplift, and redeem me.  In stillness and openness, I listen, I learn, I grow.  As fires burn too close to home, and life aches and beckons new expansion, these two poems hold space and healing balm today.  I am deeply grateful that they found me, as I am for the beautiful sisters who shared them my way and for the beautiful authors whose poetic words quench, heal, pacify.  ~ Katherine R.

The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

 

When We Plant a Rose Seed in the Earth by W. Timothy Gallwey

When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice that it is small, but we do not criticize it as "rootless and stemless." We treat it as a seed, giving it the water and nourishment required of a seed. When it first shoots up out of the earth, we don't condemn it as immature and underdeveloped; nor do we criticize the buds for not being open when they appear. We stand in wonder at the process taking place and give the plant the care it needs at each stage of its development. The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change; yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.

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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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