WORDS LIKE LIGHT

Wednesday, June 30, 2021

INVENTIVE

            Every moment today will be thoroughly inventive. Each one will be a brand-new creation by our endlessly skillful universe. I’m sure I’ll occasionally, as usual, get bored with things and fail to see the cleverness, the astonishing novelty, of each moment, but it will be there nonetheless, always. This day, you might say, will be daring, always willing to try a new trick and open a different kind of door. The hours will be masterly as they lead me through one unorthodox moment after another, and the individual moments will unfold in quirky, never-before-seen ways. This will be an offbeat type of day. I might often tilt my head and squint my eyes and stare in astonishment at what this virtuoso day presents. There will surely be what will seem like both successes and setbacks,  but I should probably whisper praise for all the moments as they put on their unparalleled performances.

And tomorrow will be more of the same … and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

CONNECTED

            This is one of my all-time favorite words. It shines its irresistible light into the smallest corners of life. Everything is connected – every smile with all smiles, every sorrow with all sorrows. None of us – no humans, no squirrels, no winds over rivers – can escape being softly lashed together in this indissoluble household called the Universe. The oxygen atoms I take in each moment have made their home in people in Peru and rabbits in the Sierra mountains and waves on lakes in valleys. The sunlight that shines on me is shining, at that very instant, on ants and roads and elderly ladies for thousands of miles around. We are all fastened together in shatterproof ways – old with young, mountains with deserts, sorrows with sorrows, smiles with smiles. Today, when I feel a fear coming on, I will know that it is not only my fear, but the fear felt by the almost 8 billion people with whom I share our planet. We all participate in the same fears and pleasures and worries and ecstasies, simply because we are inseparably connected. My loves are everyone’s love, and my resentments, too. When I wake each morning, I’m fortunate to find myself, again, gathered together in a closely connected brother-and-sisterhood with sparrows and grass blades and breezes and people, all bringing our best gifts to this new day of  inescapable, trustworthy relationship.   

CONNECTING THE DOTS
(about Patricia F., 46, Blessings, CT)

She loves 
connecting the dots all day. 
She sees how the dot 
of someone's sorrow 
is linked with all the dots of sorrow
from St Louis to Sudan, 
and she discovers connections 
between the dots of the happiness
of birds and bright-eyed boys
and even elderly elephants. 
She smiles to see all the dots link up,
and she knows her smiles 
are members of the Association of Smiles 
for thousands of miles around.