Thursday, October 25, 2012

The sweet, fierce, and always transformative movement of love...



This morning’s sunrise in the mountains, reflecting off the new-fallen snow - purples and pinks and oranges and yellows and reds that I’m sure have never been known before. How is it that each ray of the sun, each un-nameable color, each illuminated snowflake can penetrate so deeply into a vulnerable and unprotected heart? In just one instant of giving all of ourselves to this moment, we are swept away in love: How could it be that one more day will be given? Somehow we’ve been offered one more opportunity to see how love will move out of the unknown and through this world of time and space, making use of this body, these hands, these senses, the sun, the moon, the stars, the mountains, to scatter its essence in all directions. I’m not sure how a moment could ever be more complete, more full than this. 

I hope I make it all the way through this day to touch in ever deeper ways the preciousness of this human life, but should I not, somehow I know that will be okay, too – as so much has already been given.  So much is always being given to us on this journey, each moment, in ways we’ll likely never understand. We have a deeply rooted belief that these gifts will be offered forever, eternally, but the reality is that this one precious moment can never be re-lived, is offered only once, for us to see and touch, now – to fully receive it as the once-in-a-lifetime grace-offering that it is. The mysteries of birth and death pour through this life in each precious moment in the most unrelenting and naked way. Let us somehow in this day fully open to this gift of love, in all of its forms – both sweet and fierce, and always utterly transformative – resting in the knowing that for even one moment we have fully touched the miracle of this life exactly as it has been given. 


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