4-13-08

Looking for a new place to worship, I congregate with the
bushes, the grass and the trees in my neighborhood.  So, what’s the spiritual talk today, O Wise
Ones?

Create beauty.  Create
freedom.  Create a space for grace.  Especially inspiring this is such an
empassioned path.  Once addiction is
assuaged, instincts in manageable balance, how can I open up my whole person to
channel through and out of me the beauty that I am, that I see and that
surrounds me.

Attention to the idea of creation has blasted open my eyes
to the depth of potential humility.  Try
sketching a flower or a sunset.  I would
sit on the beach, paintbrush poised, colors wet and ready waiting for the sun’s
colors.  Just as she would wink behind
the purpling Olympics, I’d splash and swipe colors on the papers.  Over and over again, with each stroke the
orange would turn to coral and with another look it was pink and then a soft
pearl salmon.  Then the mountains would
take over with deepening purple to solid black silhouettes.

There was one of these fast fashioned limp paper renditions
that gave a miniscule glimpse to the beauty, the hundred-dimensional brilliance
of that moment that takes place every day, whether I am there to see and feebly
reproduce it or not.

Creating beauty isn’t about creating it, but feeling it pass
through each cell in the body–the mere attempt of trying to manipulate the
brush, which colors could come close to that gestalt of magnificence in the sky
opens a path in the body, brain and heart for appreciation of the Divine.

So the next time at the beach, appreciation is voiced “NICE
sunset!” recognizing more beauty creates that love and freedom inside that is
the pure Now of Oneness.  And today, I
work with the earth for joy in a garden, the backyard mechanics for peace in
order, and slowly move my body to appreciation of All That Is.