Waking up

It's Sol's day … and tomorrow is Earth Day . . .

Bees are working overtime to pollinate everything we eat, to feed us, while we, probably unwittingly with suicide in mind, are killing them.

Today is the birth date of Queen Elizabeth II. The the longest-reigning monarch in British history, the queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland was born today in 1926, London, England.

Its the 186th anniversary of John Muir's birth. He was born in 1836 Dunbar, East Lothian, Scotland. The naturalist, writer, and advocate of U.S. forest conservation, was largely responsible for the establishment of both Sequoia National Park andYosemite National Park in California.

Sky watcher? You might be able to catch a glimpse of the Lyrid meteor shower tonight.

Creation itself—not ritual or spaces constructed by human hands—for many of us is our primary cathedral. I've a cousin who says his church is the golf course and the view from a ridge near his home in Colorado. My father was clearly experiencing epiphanies and ecstacies fishing in his small boat in lakes large and small. Myself, I am daily struck into silence by the morning sunrise, the call of the Canadian geese on their daily morning flyover of my cottage on their way to the Heron's pond, the winds shifting clouds. Creation itself puts us in touch with that which is much more constant and satisfying, literally the “ground of our being,” which has much more “reality” to it, rather than theological concepts or ritualization of reality. Daily cosmic events in the sky and on the earth are the Reality above our heads and beneath our feet every minute of our lives: a continuous sacrament, signs of a universal presence in all things. – after Richard Rohr, “Listening to Creation,” adapted from Meditations, at cac.org, 4/21/24.

Why I Wake Early

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who make the morning

into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.

Mary Oliver, Why I Wake Early, Beacon Press, 2004

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