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READING
“Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods… Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” Linda Hogan, Chicksaw poet
WORDS OF HOPE
The silence of these October days is arresting. The breeze softly exhales and stillness draws the soul to pondering. Smoke from the chimenea spirals upward like the incense of prayer, then shifts to curl round me like a shawl before it dissipates into the air. Late afternoon sunlight glints through the trees. Light eternal. A heart-piercing holy light.
With the approach of the sacred rites and festivals of Halloween, Dia De Los Muertos, All Saints and All Souls Days, a spirit of anticipation and heightened attention arises in me. Perhaps it is because during this time the veil between heaven and earth, between dreams and daylight, is at its thinnest, and the spirit-energy of those we love passes more freely between.
Christine Valters Paintner echoes my feeling when she says: “In a world so filled with struggles, discord, and violence, I know I can use as many reminders of the Love that undergirds and infuses all of life. Those beings who dwell in the light of the divine presence extend themselves toward us in loving care and compassion. They are resources to help sustain and inspire us. All we need to do is look with eyes of the heart. All we need to do is to open ourselves to an encounter.”
Recently, in the midst of a griefwork session, my guide shared that she felt an outpouring of blessing directed towards me. I think she was a little reluctant to tell me, fearing that I’d think it was too “woo-wooey,” yet the more our hearts and minds are open, such brushes with those who have already “run the race with perseverance” are less worrisome and even welcome.
Writer Clover Stroud, in an interview with Kate Bowler, speaks of the difficulty of referring to her sister Nell in the past tense, even though she’s been dead 4 years. She asserts that after the “tsunami and emotional chaos of the first year,” she actually feels Nell’s presence “pulsating in a more positive way” and that the process of grieving her and living with her has changed—has become “richer, more beautiful, and more painful too—but she’s there.”
Yes, and the love of thousands is there.
PRAYER
Be still. Watch and listen. Your ancestors—familial, communal, and spiritual—are behind you. They are whispering that the love of generations surrounds you. May you open your heart to it. Amen.
DEVOTION AUTHOR
Dr. Pat Saxon
Cathedral of Hope
Proclaiming Christ Through Faith, Hope and Love
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