Dear Friends,
What happened to May? You were in my heart as the month went by, but I didn’t sit down to connect with you. I’m sorry I missed our May Glimmer. I hope Spring filled your senses as we waited for Summer’s arrival. It has been beautiful here at Lake Beseck, the flower pots are filled with red, purple and bright yellow. Folks on kayaks, paddle boards and pontoon boats glide by in a peaceful reverie. It’s as if there’s a pact to slow down and soak in the beauty. “Come,” the water sings, “let your body relax and your heart be nourished.”
Most mornings you’ll find me outside offering sips of water to the potted plants, along with a smile and morning greeting. It’s my way of grounding, welcoming the new day and savoring the gifts around me. In those gentle moments, I’m reminded of the words of Emily Gibbs, Thornton Wilder’s young heroine of “Our Town:”
“Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it — every, every minute?”
Does anyone realize life while they live it? every, every minute? Can you, can I, “take in” the Mystery that surrounds us, rolls around within us and creates a sacred connection between us? I have my moments and suspect you do, too…those split seconds when the breeze kicks up, tickling the leaf above me while caressing my heart…a felt sense of welcome from another at church…the candle’s light in a darkened room.
And I’m at peace with that. I’m just a flawed human being, an expectation of full-time idyllic consciousness seems unreasonable. As the Stage Manager responded to Emily’s question about realizing life every minute:
“No. Saints and poets maybe…they do some.”
Yes, I’m at peace with the gift of faith that I have been given. I’m grateful for the “eyes to see and ears to hear” one person’s kindness to another, moments of tender vulnerability, and hearts open to the Divine. I write this June Glimmer to you, dear Friends, with trust in the movements of Spirit that are both beyond my understanding and filled with Love.
Thank you for sharing my ponderings, Lisa
(In case you’re interested, this is a wonderful production of “Our Town” – Emily’s final speech is at 1:49:26)