Perhaps our search for self begins as if we are transported
around town by a beneficent chauffeur with a black limousine. At first, we don’t have any
idea where this chauffeur is taking us. Then with the routine of life, the
embarkation points and destinations become familiar as we look out the window.
Our chauffeur eventually shares with us, the dutiful passenger, his or her
route and interesting landmarks that we pass. We begin to ask questions and
express our preferences of route and eventual destination. Why are we going
there now? I’d like to go to the ice cream shop instead of the zoo. This road
is very busy and jammed at this time of the day; let’s try a different route,
okay?
Then we may graduate to driving our own sensible car. We
learn to prepare a route, to study the map, to back-track when we take a wrong
turn, to ask for directions from trust-worthy persons. Perhaps we become
ambitious and earn ourselves a red sports car that is capable of great speed
and consumption of high octane fuel. We consume with little regard of our
exhaust, of our carbon footprint, for our neighbors. We are on a mission of our own
definition. Our red speedster turns heads; garners covert, envious glances of
approval; sustains, promotes our worldly status. Or so we tell ourselves…
Then life may show us off the expressway via accident or blinding moment on the Damascus road. We now ride a motorcycle for more
adventurous exploration. Now, we are not watching television through the side window
or through the windshield. We have our helmet, leather boots, and tough
outerwear between our tender hearts and the indifferent elements. We are
immersed in the surrounding environment, racing to our calling. It is exhilarating
and breath-taking. Even the pelting, soaking rain engenders vitality.
After a while, perhaps exposure to the rawness of life wears
upon us. We need a bicycle energized by our own muscle and sinew. Still we direct
ourselves to where we want to go, perhaps with less drive, with more attention.
The air of the sunlit-dappled mountain trail is sweet and cool. We feel the life
of the unseen in the forest. We are the “raindrop
filled with joy as it enters the river” (Sufi).
We learn the pleasures, the necessity for the soul, of contemplation,
attention, intention. We dismount the last vehicle and sit on the inviting boulder to rest and to wait. The bluebird chirps, the stream babbles. Our soul
calls and we listen. And after we tire of attending, we just are.
Ed. Note: I have read over the last few years these books:
Let Your Life Speak by P. Palmer
Through the Narrow Gate by K. Armstrong
Always We Begin Again by J. McQuiston II
Dreams: God's Forgotten Language by J. Sanford
Following the Path by J. Chittister
3 comments:
Someone suggests that this post reminds the reader of themes in "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance". For the record, I've never read this book; tried to start several times, to no avail.
Please see August post on the craft of art: http://jkdesignspot.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-suppose-question-that-i-have-after.html
and ensuing comments with U. LeGuin's quotation on subject.
From my creative, full-of-ideas buddy, mlw, who needs an outlet for her poetry; the reader sends this in response to "Driving Miss Sunshine":
Conversations from the Rear View Mirror
Infant seat secured in, legs free-kickin’: let the monologue begin!
Keep the speechless passenger happy: sing and coo, till blue…
Over hill and vale: to grandmother’s house we go!
Booster seat in place, frontal face: monologue’s a faster pace.
Soon the questions fly…why?…why?…why?
Because, Because, Because, Because, BECAUSE!
Next to little sister now, on the way: discuss the day
To the school, to the pool, to the doctor, then to soccer
Comforting is the steady stream, like a babbling brook.
Through middle school, talking was still cool.
Inside the quiet of the car, when neither of us could go very far,
Since we had the time to sit and talk, that’s what we did.
But now, when I see you drive by, deep down I cry.
I miss sharing the road of life: feat, folly, and strife.
I wish I could hear who said what…and all your thoughts and feelings.
As I look in the rear view mirror, the Future: let’s not fear her.
Your eyes converse with mine…what a journey it’s been, so fine.
Lookout! YOU’RE in the driver’s seat!
2012 MLW
ed. note: from ms
Thank you for sharing your blog with me. Let me take a moment to continue to encourage this sort of spiritual reflection that is shared. Frankly in Scripture food and helpful theological reflection are often tied together very well e.g. Jesus feeds 5,000 folks because he's been teaching, healing, preaching and discussing God with them most of the day. Loved your thoughts about abundance. We live in a world that thinks so often, if not only, about scarcity and I see so much more.
God's blessings on you in this.
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