This summer take a journey of spiritual discovery and explore the wonders of the natural world at the back door of our Unitarian Universalist Meeting House. You are invited to a practice of moving back and forth between our outer "ecology" – that individual physical place we select on or near the Spirit and Nature Path - and our inner "ecology" – our awareness of our physical bodies, our senses, and our emotional/spiritual state. We will use simple art activities, sound, writing, and the practice of mindfulness to travel between these two states of being. We will share some time together each Sunday, but mostly this time will be an opportunity for individuals and families to use our senses to experience "sacred" time within a small circle of nature. We will luxuriate in getting intimate with one small piece of Earth and letting it inform us.
Wherever you will be this summer, step outdoors and join us in this exploration. Reflections, readings, and a description of the practice for the week will be posted here so that you can participate at any time, in any place. Parents who would like to share the Sunday worship experience with their children, but go a little deeper themselves during the week might use these postings to do so. Visit this blog for each week's lesson, additional resources, activities and additional food for thought and meditation. You are also welcome to comment on your experiences if you wish. Welcome!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Welcome to a Summer of Discovery
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand Still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
Lost by David Wagoner
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand Still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
Lost by David Wagoner
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