Some light

In the Christian Calendar today is the feast of Candlemas. While not as old as the Celtic feast of yesterday, it does date from the 4th Century in Jerusalem, and reflects the same need to mark this moment, halfway between the winter and the spring solstices. It brought light into the darkness – in the Celtic tradition by the lighting of fires, in the Christian by a procession of candles and the blessing of candles for use in the home.

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled —
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing —
that the light is everything — that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.

Mary Oliver, The Ponds (extract)

Hidden growth

Today is the Celtic feast of Imbolc, the start of the Spring in the old Celtic calendar and here in Ireland. The meaning of Imbolc may derive from  an old Irish word meaning “in the belly”, referring to sheep being pregnant. It was connected with the budding of new life,  which although hidden, gives rise to hope because Spring will soon be here.

Hiding is underestimated. We are hidden by life in our mother’s womb until we grow and ready ourselves for our first appearance in the lighted world…..Hiding done properly is the internal faithful promise for a proper future emergence, as embryos, as children or even as emerging adults in retreat from the names that have caught us and imprisoned us, often in ways where we have been too easily seen and too easily named.

We live in a time of the dissected soul, the immediate disclosure; our thoughts, imaginings and longings exposed to the light too much, too early and too often, our best qualities squeezed too soon into a world already awash with too easily articulated ideas that oppress our sense of self and our sense of others. What is real is almost always to begin with, hidden, and does not want to be understood by the part of our mind that mistakenly thinks it knows what is happening. Hiding is a bid for independence, from others, from mistaken ideas we have about our selves….Hiding leaves life to itself, to become more of itself. Hiding is the radical independence necessary for our emergence into the light of a proper human future.

David Whyte, Consolations

Sunday Quote: …and Awake

The aim of life is to live,

and to live means to be awake, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely awake.

Henry Miller

Alive…

The first snowdrops in my garden, a very welcome sign of life in this pandemic winter.

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving and for once could do nothing perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us, as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.

Pablo Nerudo, Keeping Quiet

Sunday quote: Always changing

You begin to see that there are seasons in your life, in the same way as there as seasons in nature.

They weave into one another as day follows nightbringing, not messages of hope and fear

but messages of how things are.

Chogram Trungpa Rinpoche, How to Rule

Keep going

Tighter restrictions imposed again after the brief respite of Christmas. Noticing small moments of beauty nourish the spirit

Friend, we’re travelling together.

Throw off your tiredness.

Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that cannot be spoken.

Rumi