I shared this one last year & thought it worthy to do again this year. DM is one of my all time favorite writers. I hold a ton of feely-feeling in my skin & bones (for better and for worse) and my emotions dictate almost all of my world. For this, there are no apologies... Especially when it comes to holidays, occasions and pinnacle cherished moments of life. Sister & I like to call it the slice of life moments. Love, family, my new growing faith, friends & universal connection are everything to me these days and so when the spirit calls, I beckon in emotion ~ For those who are patient FBers with the curiosity and luminosity to read more than a quick commented post... This ones for you. Happy Wintery Happy Holiday to you all... By: David Whyte Holiness is the ground beneath feet running to look for gifts, the held note of a song that leaves a listener silent in the busiest most glittering street. Holiness is a simultaneous form of invitation and a gathering of family, of food, of perspectives, holy is reached through the letting go and giving up on perfection. Holiness is the rehabilitation of the discarded; the uncelebrated and the imperfect, into new unities, perceived again as gift. holiness marries hurry to rest, stress to spaciousness, and joy to heartbreak in our difficult attempt to give and receive and as a culmination can dissolve giver and receiver into one conversation, untouched by the hurry of the hours. Holiness is not in Bethlehem, nor Jerusalem, nor the largest, most glittering, mall, unless we are there in good company, with a friend, with a loved one, with our affections, with our best and most generous thoughts, with a deep form of inhabited silence, or in a grounded central conversation with what and how we like to give. Holiness is coming to ground in the essence of our giving and receiving, a mirror in which we can see both our virtues and our difficulties, but also, a doorway to the life we want beyond this particular form of exchange. Holiness is beautiful beckoning of uncertainty: time celebrated and time already gone so quickly. Holiness is just one look into the starry darkness of the mid-winter sky at the midnight hour, just one glance at a daughter’s face; just one sight of a distressed friend alone in the midst of a crowded celebration. Holiness is a step taken not to the left or to the right, but straight through present besieging outer circumstances, to the core of the pattern we inhabit at the very center of the celebration. Holiness is reached not through effort or will, but by stopping; by an inward coming to rest; a place from which we can embody the spirit of all our holy days, a radical, inhabited simplicity, where we live in a kind of on going surprise and with some wonder and appreciation, far from perfection, but inhabiting the very center of a beautiful, peripheral giftedness.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 21:40:35 +0000
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