Category Archives: Cosmos

The cosmos is the universe. The ancients generally viewed it all as a great body. Some have called it “mother”. But it is a father too. It is the dust from which we came. Funerals and Ash Wednesday remind us that our fate is with this cycle of dust. Our Father made us from the earth.

Earth a life-force, a circle, a field, and you and I got lucky to get born into it. We are unlucky that our world, like gravity, longs for us to forget our earthen home. It presses us ever onwards making us believe that we are something higher, something of a maker of this place. We are not.

I dwell upon the cosmos because I am a part of the whole. In it are the fingerprints of the creator because the creators fingers are at work within it. I gaze at the cratered moon, and deep places awaken inside. I lie upon the sandy beach line and let the waves crash onto my body. I feel the power of the mighty ocean as it begins to bury me in its cycle. I am saddened that I live in a tradition that seeks to dominate this majestic land. I long to awaken to a deeper way, an ancient way:

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth…and cursed is the ground because of humans…who were not there when God laid the foundations while the morning stars sang together…for the earth is the Lord’s and everything in it…and even the sparrow is fed by the hand of the Father…who groans along with all creation which waits in eager expectation…for the new heavens and the new earth…”

Not Alone

Slumped upon my porch, I listened today as the rain fell from above. Soon, the drops would wet  the leaves all around. The birds were numerous. From distant branches they sung their phrases.

Those hopping in nearer places were leaping limbs and resting in a row along fence tops.  At once, the litany of noise struck me.

I straightened and perceived something I never  noticed before, its one voice made of hundreds, its slow crescendo and slow softening.

This bodily reality gets buried beneath anxiety.  I lose sight of my worth.   I feel fragmented. Fragmented.  I feel deeply alone.

This day weakens all that.  The litany of bird songs bringing me back to the refreshing day, reminding me that I’m just a part of it, belonging to the bigger biosphere.   The birds, the trees, the people. Not alone.

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