I walk along one of the two streams that confluence on this property we are stewards of. The path twists and turns with the tinkling and gurgling of the stream flowing strong over jagged rocks and downed trees. It's incredibly beautiful. Today one of Joni Mitchell's songs, Electricity, came to me with this line being most appropriate:
With a good dog and some trees
Out of touch with the break down of the century
This space, this land, these trees nestled into the valley of three mountains makes it very easy to get out of touch with the break down of the current century. On the full moon last month I found myself wide awake at 3:30 a.m. I slipped from the warm bed and put the coffee on. The moon was so brilliant that I didn't need to put on a single light, and the world outside my big windows was shimmering in the blue-white light of that moon. I got my coffee, stoked the stove and sat down in front of the window. From there I watched that moon make it's way across the very top of the mountains ridge. For an hour I watched the moon move until it slipped down into the notch of the two mountains and disappeared from my sight. The light continued to glow, illuminating the few wispy clouds that nestled there. There was still so much blue-white light it looked like a large city was pulsing on the other side of that ridge.
Recently I woke as the first light of dawn was seeping into the valley and across the lake that I can see from my bedroom windows. The lake looked like molten silver as it reflected this early, gray light. But the first rays of the sun always hit the top of the mountains, glowing rose and fuschia up there before the sun climbs higher and spreads into the fields below. The last of the Oak leaves still clinging to the branches shimmer with a copper glow on some mornings ... and I walk to the windows and breathe in this light and I forget about the break down of this century.
I worry there is much that is broken lately; in our politics, in the candidates who are asking for my vote in order to lead this country down a path I fear. A path that I see paved with greed, dishonesty and intolerance of others. I'm told this will be the break down of one of our political parties and this will lead to a resurgence of something better.
I listen. And I watch this months waxing moon. I walk into the woods and along the stream allowing the noise of the world to wash away with the babble of the water beside me. I slow down, and quiet my mind and seek the peace that is within me. I'm learning ... with a good dog and some trees ... how to stay out of touch with the break down of the century.
This Christmas I ask that you may find your own peace from within. That you might stop and look up to notice the moon that grows towards full for the birth of the Christian God on the 25th. That you might find a wooded path, or one tree, to sit under and take a moment to simply be; to take a moment and get out of touch.
My wish this Christmas is that more people will begin to learn that this holiday is a Christian holiday that celebrates LOVE, and that each and every religion honored by all the other humans on this planet also worship a God and have celebrations that are about LOVE. My wish for the coming 2016 is that LOVE trumps the anger and the hate that we are seeing far too much of.
Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me. So I go to find my inner peace and ask that we
... with a good dog and some trees.
Loving you all back,