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Prayer Talk in the Afternoon

One afternoon this week, while walking on the treadmill, I clicked the television channel for the Oprah show. What good fortune: the program that afternoon included a twenty-minute segment of Oprah’s interview with the author Cormac McCarthy. Most of us have heard of, if not read, at least one of McCarthy’s ten novels, All the Pretty Horses. Perhaps we caught the recent news that McCarthy’s latest novel, The Road, just won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for 2007. The interview with Oprah was the first (and last, he said) television interview the author has ever done.

I was struck by several things that Cormac McCarthy said in his conversation with Oprah. They talked a lot about his years of poverty…the time he got put out of a $45 a month hotel in New Orleans because he could not pay the bill, for instance, the time he didn’t have any toothpaste and no money to buy any but found a sample tube of toothpaste in his mailbox the next time he went to get his mail. And about his choosing poverty over publicity…not taking, a $2000 speaking engagement once although he really needed money. But he needed his privacy more. McCarthy’s most thought-provoking line during this part of the interview, I thought, was when he said: “All a person needs are food and shoes.” (more…)



The Sacred In the Everyday

Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie. - Ellen Glasgow

Remember last month’s newsletter that celebrated silliness? (If you missed it, check the archives here on the website to read it now.)

Well, this week I had an opportunity to expand my own personal celebration of silliness. My husband and I had spent ten days at our lake house in Tennessee and it was about time to return home to Austin. I casually mentioned how much I would enjoy staying on another week, and my husband picked up on this idea whole-heartedly and began urging me to extend my time here. Even though I was so drawn to stay, thinking about how wonderful it would be to be still and quiet all week, by myself in such a peaceful environment, I also knew, about the commitment I had back at home, the tasks that awaited me which hadn’t been done during the 10 days we were away. Jerele countered those objections by saying, “Staying on here for a week will be good for your character! By doing this you can have a breakthrough in your seriousness!” Ah, the opportunity again to celebrate silliness. (more…)



Encouraging a Spiritual Attitude

A Sacred Primer: The Essential Guide to Quiet Time and Prayer will be published in a new edition this September. For this month’s newsletter, I wanted to share one of the chapters with you. It is a chapter called Encouraging a Spiritual Attitude. Here is the chapter:

Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.
–Ludwig van Beethoven

soup.jpgMost of us cannot just bop right into a major change that requires making time for a new activity, setting a different schedule, and committing to integrate something into our regular and ordinary life that we might have associated in the past only with people who can commit full time to their spiritual life. “I don’t have time to breathe as it is…and I’m considering establishing a spiritual discipline in my daily life?” we probably say to ourselves. “Whatever am I thinking?”

Indeed, whatever am I thinking?

This, I’ve discovered as I’ve worked over the years to establish, with sometimes more and sometimes less success, my own consistent spiritual practice, is a central question. Whatever am I thinking?

I’m not talking here about positive versus negative thinking, though I certainly know the difference in the quality of my life when I choose positive over negative. I’m not talking about self-talk to help manage myself more successfully, though that kind of thinking, too, is very valuable. I’m not talking about thinking as problem solving or thinking as idea-creation. I have learned that I must examine the very fabric of my thinking, almost the background against which I think, to see what assumptions, beliefs, and understandings determine what I do or don’t do on a daily basis. I have needed to make explicit and clear to myself what, otherwise, would be the unexamined givens that determine the shape of my days.

I have done this kind of examined thinking, more often than I would like to admit, as an aftermath of failure and disappointment. But the questioning has produced some valuable results, no matter what spurred me to ask, “Whatever am I thinking?” I have learned, over the years, that certain things I think promote my ability to include sacred quiet time and prayer in my life; and I try to keep these distinctions conscious and present. I consider that these ways of thinking make up my spiritual attitude.

The Power of Attitude to Alter our Lives

Having moved to Texas from New York City, I still find myself, years after adopting the state as home, noticing things Texan. When it is time for the annual weeks of rodeo in our area, any business that can possibly do so advertises with a western flair. I was amused to see a few days ago a portable marketing sign in front of a shoe store which read, “Wear cowboy boots. It gives you an attitude.”

We have all experienced the power of a new attitude to alter the context–and the actions–of our lives. This attitude, as we are more and more informed by it, becomes a way of thinking, a way of noticing, and a way of paying attention that spills out to everything around us. Perhaps you reclaimed your personal power after giving it away for a long time to someone more dominating and controlling. In this case, you changed your attitude about your own value and possibility. Perhaps you started saving money, budgeting, and planning for retirement after being a spendthrift or after procrastinating for many years. In this case, you changed your attitude about your own fiscal responsibility. Perhaps, after years of thinking you would always be inept, you decided you could learn to surf the net, connect your far-flung family by e-mail, or order books through your computer. In so doing, you adopted a new attitude about technology.
How would I go about describing an attitude that can lead to a fully realized, satisfying spiritual life? What makes up that attitude? I can think of at least four things:

· Acknowledging the existence of an inner life.
· Desiring that the inner life and the outer life be aligned, and being willing to work toward this harmony.
· Choosing a method of inquiry about things spiritual that allows for new, unexpected possibilities.
· Giving committed time and attention to the spiritual dimension of life.

A Spiritual Attitude: Acknowledging the Existence of an Inner Life

When I was ten, eleven, twelve years old, I lived a second, alternative life. This life spun itself out every night from six o’clock to six thirty while I washed the supper dishes and listened to Guy Lombardo and his band on the radio playing their “sweetest music this side of heaven.” I wasn’t standing alone at a scratched-up kitchen sink in a church parsonage in Rossville, Georgia. I didn’t have to ride my bicycle three blocks further to reach the grocery store where a five-pound bag of sugar was ten cents cheaper. I didn’t have to wear oxfords that laced instead of penny loafers.

Instead, washing dishes and listening to Lombardo’s music, I was deep in a rich inner world. A world where my parents were able to buy me a dozen matching outfits at one time, red and white striped top with red skirt, blue and white top with blue skirt, yellow with yellow…everything to my heart’s content. Then they gave me a little convertible car to go with the great clothes. I rivaled even Nancy Drew; the star of the latest book Mrs. Miller had saved for me at the public library.

Ah, the great divide. Between an imaginary world that gave me so much pleasure and the much starker realities of my daily life.

Somewhere along the way I started to distrust that rich, creative inner part of myself and committed everything to making good in my outer life. But the inner self was always there, neglected to be sure, but waiting. It took some shocking trauma, a lot of days of feeling dry and shriveled, and a full measure of discontent to push me to reconnect with the only part of myself that was truly vital: the inner life, which includes the imagination, but which is so much more. The spiritual life.

This spiritual life is not a “fenced-off devotional patch rather difficult to cultivate and needing to be sheltered from the outside world.” To the contrary, the spiritual life is the core of who we are. It is Life with a capital L. It is that part of us that knows infinity. That loves. That longs for connection. That is unsatisfied without purpose and meaning. That is moved by ritual. That is timeless. That recognizes a Reality larger than and different from human reality. That feels a part of a larger scheme of things. That experiences awe, wonder, miracle, which we may call God, Sacred, Holy, Divine. Our spiritual life is Life at the depth. Our depths.

I don’t know of anyone who has described this inner life better than the theologian, mystic, poet, and philosopher Dr. Howard Thurman. Here is what he says about the inner life:

As a person, each of us lives a private life; there is a world within where for us the great issues of our lives are determined. It is here that at long last the yea and nay of our living is defined, declared. It is private. It is cut off from the immediate involvement in what surrounds us… Here, with the smell of life upon us, we come into the Presence of God.

If we look at why many people have only brief bird-on-the-wing brushes with this inner life, I suspect we would have to start with experiences we had in formal religious settings. For many of us, something went wrong there.

One thing that went wrong was fear. I can recall the clammy cold in my chest when the preacher talked about bad people being left behind at the day of the judgment. In the world where I grew up, God was dangerous. Watching you. Taking your name. You never knew when, in a minute, you might be wiped out. God was not someone to love. God was someone to fear. Many others have similar stories.

Perhaps it’s even worse, though, for those of us who had neither good nor bad experiences. We sleepwalked through religious ceremonies, passed notes to entertain ourselves through sermons, daydreamed as the chorus droned. Our depths were never touched. Our spirits were not lifted. We marked time. So we don’t even have the energy of resistance.

Perhaps the place to start, then, in acknowledging an inner life is to distinguish this inner life from formal religious activities. They are not, of course, mutually exclusive, yet they are distinct. Today religion is alive in many places and in the hearts of many people, as a yeasty, birthing, uniting sacred activity. Hearing the Psalms read, eating the bread and drinking the wine, repeating prayers that have seeded faith and knowing for hundreds of generations: these rituals speak to millions of people every week, guide their lives in meaningful ways, provide genuine succor and wisdom and rest. I know that, as I developed a daily spiritual practice, I found myself returning to worship with others and to be a part of an organized tradition, finding anchor and community that today hold and enrich my life.

But rituals carry power only when those participating in them feel a connection to the Holy. Religious activities and this sacred connection are not synonymous. Millions of others every week perform these rituals only as a duty, a habit, a badge (or perhaps as a talisman)–or know about the rituals but never desire to partake in them at all. Public communal religion, then, is not the same as having direct experiences of God as part of your inner being.

To cultivate a spiritual attitude, acknowledge that you do have an inner life that is personal, that is present wherever you are present. This inner life is distinct from external religious participation, though it may certainly include it. Your inner life is the place where the very yea and nay of your life is sourced and determined. This makes the critical distinction between inner and outer life.

A Spiritual Attitude: Desiring Harmony Between our Inner and Outer Lives

Once I sat on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean and watched a shrimp boat with its high riggings and poles move toward the open ocean. There was a moment when the architectural lines of the boat and the natural line of the horizon met in such a beautiful configuration that I could feel the visual fit between the two. I experienced a deep resonance that lasted minutes. “Ah,” I said when I finally understood, “what I am seeing is harmony.”

Paul Winter, the composer and musician, found a most unexpected source of harmony when he recorded the sounds of a humpback whale, a timber wolf, and an African fish eagle for his album Common Ground. After he taped the animals in the wild, he discovered in the studio that the sound of the eagle, the sound of the whale, and the sound of the wolf, while at different intervals on the scale, were all in the same key, the key of D flat. Winter tells this story on the cover of the album and comments that once a teacher told him the sound of the earth itself was D flat. Harmony…in more places than we may ever know.

When we turn to talk about harmony as a component of a spiritual attitude, we are talking about congruence, a fit, a pleasing agreement between our inner and outer lives. No one has described this desired harmony better, I think, than Anne Morrow Lindbergh. Writing the book, Gift from the Sea, while she was at the shore with her sister, Lindbergh had the opportunity to contrast her busy, complex life as the mother of five children and the wife of a world-recognized man with the quietness and calm of days spent on an isolated beach. During this time by the sea, she becomes clear about her deepest desires:

But I want first of all–in fact, as an end to these other desires–to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can. I want, in fact–to borrow from the language of the saints–to live “in grace” as much of the time as possible….By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual, which can be translated into outward harmony. I am seeking perhaps what Socrates asked for in the prayer from the Phaedrus when he said, ‘May the outward and inward man be at one.’ I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.

The inner spiritual harmony that Lindbergh is talking about occurs when the part of us that is eternal–the soul, the spirit, the being–aligns with the source of all being. This source we may call God, the Eternal, Reality, a Higher Power, the Holy Other, the Divine, Love, or something else. But whatever the name, the human finite spirit can and does connect to Spiritus Creator.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh worked to achieve the harmony between inner and outer life that she desired. She asserts:

But there are techniques of living too; there are even techniques in the search for grace. And techniques can be cultivated. I have learned by some experience, by many examples, and by the writings of countless others before me, also occupied in the search, that certain environments, certain modes of life, certain rules of conduct are more conducive to inner and outer harmony than others.

A lovely friend of mine was, as a young girl, Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s secretary. She has given me a clue about what environments, modes of life and rules of conduct Lindbergh might have employed to work toward the harmony of her inner and outer life.

On most days, my friend Wren tells me, this busy woman, in spite of the tremendous demands of her life, made the time to go away from the house to a small building on the top of a rise nearby. Wren says her most vivid picture of Lindbergh, even now, more than five decades later, is seeing her set off across the yard toward this retreat site day after day, a basket, containing books, writing materials, sprigs of flowers, and whatever else she might want for this solitary quiet time, swinging on her arm. When Anne Lindbergh returned, dinner conversation that night would often contain references to things read, ideas gleaned, thoughts stirred up in the time of solitude. There is no question in my friend’s mind that Anne Morrow Lindbergh actively sought the inner and outer harmony she so desired.

But many of us, even while deeply desiring such a life of congruence between our inner and outer lives, would have to say with Charles Lamb, the English essayist of the 1800s, “Sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony; but organically I am incapable of a tune.” At least, however, we can cultivate an attitude that recognizes the possibility of inner and outer harmony, a correspondence and fit with the Eternal that results in a sense of purpose and meaning to life in our everyday world, even if we know that at the present we are far from achieving this desired condition.

A Spiritual Attitude: Inquiring with Openness

The spiritual life will never be centered on rock-hard, incontrovertible proof that convinces all people at all times, with nary a doubt. But then neither are mathematics or physics or medicine or even what are called the hard sciences centered on rock-hard, incontrovertible proof. These disciplines with all their theorems and physical laws and scientific methods never provide the last word and are always open to new breakthroughs, shifts in ways of seeing, new understandings of the universe, leaps of logic, and discoveries not to be imagined, even as late as last week. How much more so the serendipitous insights, the intuitive knowing, the can’t-be-proved certainties that we experience when we examine our personal, private spiritual lives?

I was fascinated a number of years ago when I read a personal letter Albert Einstein wrote to a friend. Einstein told his friend about how thinking happens. He said that thinking occurs as a result of–and these are Einstein’s words–“a bold leap, a speculative leap, a constructive groping.” This leap, he explained, is not based on logic but on guesses and hunches.

Here is what I think is particularly useful in inquiring about things spiritual: Einstein said that this leap (a leap that happens in all genuine thinking, scientific and otherwise) is not open to inspection by others and indeed is perhaps little understood by the originators themselves. “There is,” Einstein said, “no logical path to these elementary laws; only intuition, supported by being sympathetically in touch with experience.”

And, the great scientist told his friend, there are two motivations that support genuine thinking: the motivation of wonder and the motivation of passion for comprehension. But, Einstein added, conditions exist. A person who does genuine thinking tolerates ambiguities and keeps unresolved problems and polarities long before the mind’s eye.

As we inquire about the experiences we call spiritual, then, wonder and a passion to see clearly are approaches that will be very useful. I looked up “wonder” in the American Heritage Dictionary and saw that the word is associated with awe, surprise, astonishment–and puzzlement or doubt. We engage with spiritual matters in a manner that includes our being available for surprises and astonishing answers, at the same time that we do not filter out our questions and doubts.

And our exploration is ignited by a passion to comprehend, a passion to make sense of our experiences. We try to be comfortable with discomfort. We pray in spite of ambiguities. At some point in this inquiry, we make Einstein’s bold leap of understanding or insight which leads us to those truths and fundamental principles by which we make decisions and choices about our spiritual lives.
We also come to accept that what we can know about our spiritual life–even with our genuine thinking–is only a small part of the whole. Einstein, again:

einstein.jpgTo know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in the most primitive forms–this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness….There is, after all, something eternal that lies beyond reach of the hand of fate and of all human delusions.

The humility of recognizing our own “dull faculties” in light of the “highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty” is at the heart of the kind of thinking, the kind of inquiry, that is compatible with increased connection with our spiritual life.

A Spiritual Attitude: Willing to Give Attention

Having an attitude that supports the spiritual life means displaying a willingness to give attention, to be one-minded, to commit “the very nerve center of one’s consent” to the source of meaning and purpose in our lives. Cultivating a spiritual attitude means that we desire an ingathering of all the phases of our being into the space of this Divine Presence.

Any Scout leader who has ever shown a Girl Scout how to start a fire using a magnifying glass, any artist who has ever collected fragments of colored glass to make a mosaic, any gardener who has harvested the last fall offerings of tomatoes, squash, and cabbage to make a thick soup, knows about ingathering.

It is a drawing together of the bits and pieces of inner and outer experiences and holding them in a center of committed attention. Such a focus is very powerful, we all know, whether in our spiritual life or in some other area, like a work project. Hermann Hesse, the German novelist, is said to have once remarked that when he started focusing on the content of his next book, even if only in his thoughts, that attention worked like a magic circle to draw in everything he would need for the book from all kinds of sources.

The same is true for our spiritual lives.

We ingather all parts of our inner and outer worlds to make sense of them in light of what we want to receive from Life–and give to Life. We are willing to pay attention to matters of the soul. Through this focus, we draw a magic circle into which come those things that give purpose and meaning to our lives. We continue this attention-giving day after day, living our spiritual attitude.
The key word in talking about this aspect of the spiritual attitude is willingness–willingness to give attention, willingness to be one-minded. We often start with only the intention. Sometimes it takes years for that intention to transform into consistent, daily practice. For a long time after I decided to start a daily spiritual practice, that practice was likely to show up more times than not as something I hadn’t done. I often felt discouraged; but then I heard someone say that everyone is always a beginner in matters of the Spirit. After that conversation, if I skipped my spiritual practice, I would just start over the next day, a beginner again, willing to give attention, to be as one-minded as I could possibly be.

Your spiritual life, then, is not defined by how totally you give attention or how one-minded you manage to be when you first begin, but by your willingness to give attention to God.

Barry Lopez is a writer who inquires with openness, sees harmony, pays attention, and acknowledges the inner life. In his book Arctic Light, Lopez recalls walking across the frozen tundra in the Arctic and seeing tiny birds resting on the ground. He felt such a connection to Life at the moment of seeing the birds that he spontaneously folded his hands into a prayer position and made a deep bow. Recognition. Connection. Gratitude. Love. A simple spontaneous gesture of bowing to the birds. A profound demonstration of living life with a spiritual attitude.



St. Bridgid of Ireland

February 1 is the day St. Bridgid of Ireland is celebrated. This was one more phenomenal woman! Born in 451 or 452, she was a woman of great learning, artistic ability, and compassion. She founded the first convent in Ireland (which included both men and women.) She was designated a Bishop. She founded a school of art famous for its illuminated manuscripts and metalwork. She also founded a center of learning and spirituality famous all over Europe. She lived to be 71 years old, dying on February 1, which is now St. Bridgid’s feast day. In Ireland apple cake and apple dumplings are a favorite on this celebration day.

St. Bridgid of Ireland

We have dear friends in Derry, Northern Ireland, who continue the custom of the family sitting down on the night of January 31 and making a St. Bridgid cross out of straw. On the morning of February 1, the new St. Bridgid cross is put over the door in the kitchen (or over the front door) where it stays for the coming year until the next Feb. 1 when it is replaced with a new cross the family has made.

There are wonderful legends and folktales about Bridgid. My favorite is this:

Once on the way home she got caught in a rainstorm, getting soaked to the skin. Because of poor eyesight, when she took off her clothes in her room, she mistook a ray of light coming in the window for a clothes hook and hung all her wet clothes on a sunbeam where they stayed until they dried.

Such stories are, of course, fanciful…and at the same time they carry in them the seeds of respect and honor with which the real Bridgid was held by those around her. Evelyn Underhill has said that a saint is simply a human being whose soul has grown up to its full statue, by full and generous response to its environment which is God. A saint has achieved a deeper, bigger life…a more wonderful contact with the Mysteries of the University, a life of infinite possibility, the term of which a saint feels will never be reached.

St. Bridgid’s Cross

All of us probably know one such saint. Someone who has a “deeper, bigger life…a more wonderful contact with the Mysteries…and a life of infinite possibility.” All of us can imagine ourselves growing little by little into being this kind of saint…someone who wants her soul to grow to its full stature.

So, in honor of all the saints we know (Think “When The Saints Go Marching In” played by a New Orleans jazz band–who would be in that march from your life and experience? Those are the kinds of saints we are talking about here!) and in honor of the the saint we’d like to be…our souls growing and our life full of infinite possibility…let’s celebrate all month long this amazing woman, Bridgid of Ireland!

You might even make an apple cake!

Love,

Apple Cake’s in Honor of St. Bridgid

In honor of St. Bridgid, who’s feast day traditionally involves apple cake, the e-mail newsletter asked for your apple cake recipes. And the recipes are coming in. Get the recipes and start baking!



Remembering Sacred Moments

Finding balance in the hectic holidays season is a challenge for most of us, isn’t it? We want to be in touch and help those around be in touch with the timeless, the eternal, which is the only kind of center that can ever hold. But the hustle and bustle, the frantic goings and comings, the added commitments…all these work against our remembering what is most important of all during this sacred season.

I thought I would share with you the first chapter of a book I wrote a few years ago, A Sacred Primer. This chapter is about remembering sacred moments that each of us has had. Perhaps this December season will be the perfect time for each of us to get back in touch with those priceless times that we were in touch with the sacred.

And may each of you have a joyous Christmas.

Here is the chapter, called in A Sacred Primer, “Remembering Sacred Moments.”


We all have had those moments that felt sacred. We all remember them. Some deep, timeless part of us was touched. What is beyond became present. It was as if the Eternal, if ever so fleetingly, broke through to the earthly. A new dimension became present in our human life.But, for most of us, the gap between remembering those moments when the Divine broke through and dealing with the pressures and demands of everyday life seems huge. How can I be thinking about the spiritual in the middle of a traffic jam or when the kids skip school or when the boss expects the work of two employees for the price of one? Now that is another matter.

We are inspired by reading and discussing spiritual matters; we make resolutions about remembering, and acting on, spiritual principles. We want life to have meaning and purpose. But our good intentions evaporate as we rush out the door late for work or hunt for the time to help make a mask of a president for fourth grade social studies or hurriedly thaw last week’s casserole, hoping everybody will think it’s fresh.

To learn how to invite the Divine into our daily lives: that is the focus of this book. To explore how we who work in the marketplace, cook spaghetti for the family, go to school, balance the checkbook, and cut the grass can practice the spiritual life. How we can experience the Eternal, not only in special, fleeting moments but as a daily presence. How we can bridge the gap between reading and thinking about–even longing for–a fuller spiritual life and practicing this life in such a way that we have more peace, take care of our souls, and experience balance and equilibrium, even during the windstorms of our lives.

Perhaps you have intended to add a daily spiritual practice to your life for years now. You recognize that it is time to design and create a structure to support you in this intention. That is what you and I in the rest of this book will do together.

Childhood Memories

I suspect you and I keep returning to these moments when our hearts were first opened because they were experiences of meaning and connection. They have become the lodestars of our personal internal universe. In the memory of these images, we experience a reality beyond the mundane.

For many of us, the transcendent moment when our heart was first opened occurred when we were children. Perhaps we were sitting with our friends around a camp fire under a canopy of bright stars, singing simple melodies. Perhaps we were running across the grass or attending a funeral or celebrating a religious ritual. Perhaps we were alone, looking out at the shimmering heat or at rain falling on the pavement. Perhaps our grandmother was in the kitchen singing.

Dr. Robert Coles from Harvard, whose engaging book, The Spiritual Life of Children, records dozens of first-hand accounts, suggests that such spiritual moments are normal, frequent, and ubiquitous for children. Talking to adults about their spiritual memories, I have been struck by the lasting power of these childhood spiritual experiences. One woman in her late seventies remembered the moment–she could not have been more than five, she said–when she was enveloped with a rush of love after saying her nightly prayer. She described the color of the bedspread, the way the light from outside played on the wall. The image in which the heart is first opened. “It was such a sweet moment,” she told me. “I knew from then on that it was a wonderful thing to pray.”

As I survey my own past, an experience that occurred when I was a preschooler stands out as the first time I experienced a conscious connection to the Divine. It was one warm August night in South Georgia. The conversation was about seeing and being seen. And it was about love.

The soil was sandy with patches of grass where sunlight managed to slip through the dense branches of tall, skinny pine trees. Rubber-soled Sunday shoes crunched on the sand. Voices rose and fell with the familiar rhythms of unimportant talk.

Dr. Lisa Cain painted this picture and gave it as a gift to me after reading in my book A Sacred Primer about my looking at the moon and the moon looking at me. Dr. Cain’s folk painting hang in museums and galleries in many areas of the United States

I, an always-moving four-year old, entertained myself while the adults conversed by swinging, left to right, right to left, holding onto my father’s knee. While I swung this way, then that, I held my head way back so that I could look up through the dark night, past the fans of pine needles, to the bright, bright moon overhead.

I chanted aloud as I swung.

“I see the moon. The moon sees me.

God bless the moon. And God bless me.”

There were three people in my private conversation that Sunday night. Me. (A four-year-old, naturally, comes first.) The moon. And God.

The moon and I were paying attention to each other. I noticed her. She noticed me. (The moon has always been a woman for me–a fat mama sometimes, a sultry silver dancer sometimes, other shapes in between.) Then there was God. Some power different from both the moon and me. Approachable. Available. Generous to listen and generous to bless. I wanted the moon blessed, as well as myself. I was speaking to a God who would see and bless us both.

This, I realize today, was my first spontaneous conversation with the Divine. I have no memory of learning the rhyme, although I suspect my Grandma Willie taught it to me. But I have such a vivid memory of this particular scene that it has followed me my entire life. I can still hear the sand under my white leather Sunday high tops, feel the delicious dizziness of swinging on my father’s knee, remember the sense that I was really having a conversation with God: The image in which the heart was first opened.

A Transforming Moment

For others of us, the memory of connecting with something outside ourselves happened when we were adult, perhaps when we were in dire circumstances. My husband had such an experience on a small boat crossing open seas. A friend who had been an educator took his retirement savings and bought a thirty-three-foot craft that had long ago seen its better days. He asked Jerele, who had never been on a sailboat, to be mate for an overnight passage across ocean waters. They would leave St. Kitts-Nevis at sunup and dock around daybreak the next day at Tortola in the British Virgin Islands.

A storm blew all day, bringing thirty knot winds and fifteen foot waves breaking over the side of the boat. Both men became sea sick. But the worst was to come. Doing ship-watching duty shortly after midnight, Jerele reported that he could see both starboard and port lights, which meant a vessel was moving straight toward them. There was no way to make contact. Either their small craft would be spotted on the approaching ship’s radar, or they would be struck.

Jerele reported that the next few minutes were among the most clarifying of his life. Distinctions became crystal clear: what brought meaning and purpose to his life, what did not. What mattered; what did not. Where his allegiance belonged; where it did not. Where he got fulfillment and where he did not.

The approaching vessel–a Norwegian cruise liner–did finally spot the tiny boat and turned to avoid the collision. But the experience for Jerele was no midnight conversion, to be forgotten in the morning. Major changes occurred over the months, following his return home. He deepened his commitment to a daily spiritual practice. He started teaching a Sunday School class for eleven year olds, even taking our new pound puppy, Dusty, to class one day to use in a lesson on caring for others. And he initiated the process that eventually resulted in his leaving a successful business which he had created and owned to work in a different field in a position that he felt was truer to his life’s purpose. Ten minutes on a boat in dangerous seas: An image in which the heart was first opened.

An Experience of Joy

Still another type of experience may have brought the Divine into an ordinary day: an experience of quiet (or maybe wild!) joy. Perhaps you were deeply moved by awe and wonder. Perhaps you revved with new energy, soared in exhilaration. I remember such a moment of awe and mystery the first time I held my niece Amanda. She was only days old. My husband and I had flown from Texas to California just to see her.

There was the white crib trimmed in crisp ruffles, the small white pillow with its simple white-on-white embroidered case, the light coming in the window. I remember reaching to get this tiny person out of her crib. She was asleep and moved ever so slightly to settle into my arms. Looking down at her sweet face, I felt the insignificance of all I could ever know and understand about human life. Here was a new person, a new little individual with her own DNA, her own combination of genes, her own version of the continuation of the families of her father and mother. New Life. How marvelous, how inexplicable the round of it all, the way Life moves, lives, continues. If I had to find one word today to describe that first meeting with little Amanda, I would have to say that moment of quiet joy was holy.

Verena Kast, the Swiss philosopher and writer, talks about the wild joy we human beings also fall into. “It is my opinion,” she asserts, “that the entire body can beam. In true delight, the entire body beams.” The source of this kind of delight is deep and unfathomable. Listen to this story of a woman’s dream that resulted in a kind of beaming in both her inner and outer life, a delight which came from somewhere outside herself:

I had been in despair for several months, feeling no hope, no joy. One night I had this dream. I was walking along a residential street. To my right was a lawn that sloped gently upward toward someone’s home. On the edge of the lawn, near to the road, I saw a plant that looked as if it had been pulled up and just left there. In the dream I went to the plant. When I picked it up, I saw that the plant had roots and that the roots were still alive! I became ecstatic in the dream, joyfully running along the road calling, ‘The plant can be planted again. The roots are alive. The roots are alive.’ When I awoke the next morning, I felt light and enthusiastic for the first time in months. I had energy. Joy rose in me like bright colored balloons. From that moment on, I was back in the land of the living. The Divine had intervened; healing had occurred.

A Gradually Increasing Perception

For others, their recognition of a connection to the sacred increased gradually, perhaps almost imperceptibly. My mother, Rachel, was one of those persons who could never put her finger on one defining moment when the Divine became real for her; it seemed, she said, that she had always known God. “Even when I was just a little girl, living in Atlanta during the Depression, I would pray,” she said.

My family didn’t go to church at that time, but I knew that God was someone I could talk to. Once when we needed money, I convinced my parents to let my brother and me bring back buckets of pears from the country when we went to visit relatives. We had a whole bathtub full. Eliot and I went up and down the streets in our neighborhood trying to sell those pears. We didn’t sell a one. But, back on the swing on the porch, I told Eliot I was going to sing a song anyway, that I knew God would help us, even if we couldn’t sell the pears. So I made up a ditty about two country kids who came to the big city and were so poor they couldn’t even sell pears. I taught it to Eliot, and we sang it in our loudest voices. I felt a source of security even then, felt that we human beings are cared for and loved by God even when we have to live in tough circumstances. And that security and certainty have only increased during the years.

Spiritus Creator Blowing Like a Wind

What do these different-and-yet-similar experiences have in common: a four-year-old communicating with God as she chants “I see the moon”; Jerele, on a small boat, getting clear about his priorities; I, standing in awe and wonder as I held my new niece Amanda; the dreamer, depressed and lifeless, finding the plant whose roots are still alive; Rachel, experiencing a deep sense of security even while she was singing her song about not being able to sell the pears?

They are all examples of an intangible yet undeniable characteristic of human life: our ability to connect with Something Other. This connecting takes us out of the ordinary and puts us into the extraordinary. The memory of this connecting becomes the source of wonder, comfort, inspiration, and direction. When the impact of the connecting moment is strong enough, we may even trace to that event the start of a journey of transformation of the very way we think about and live our lives.

This Something Other with which we connect is generative, always at work in our lives, always underlying our conscious thinking, if only we knew it. It’s a thrust toward cohesion and completeness. A drive toward roundness, toward wholeness and meaning. Even when we are unaware of it, this Something Other is striving to make for us a solid center that holds, a force field around which the filings of our scattered lives can adhere and shape themselves into a meaningful pattern. Kierkegaard, the nineteenth-century philosopher, characterized our relationship to this generative Something Other–this Spiritus Creator, he called it–as a “transparent” grounding in “the Power that posits the self.”

Spiritus Creator has a wind-like quality; it often takes us by surprise and leads us where we would not otherwise go. I, the highest and fiery power, have kindled every living spark and I have breathed out nothing that can die/And by means of the airy wind, I stir everything into quickness with a certain invisible life which sustains all…

The blowing of the generative “airy wind,” has enormous integrity–the integrity of nudging us toward those activities and ways of living that are right for us, that fulfill our longings and satisfy us, that use our abilities and talents. (Didn’t the essayist Emerson remind us a long time ago that our talents are our calling?)

There’s a wonderful example, in the book of Exodus in the Old Testament of the Bible, of Spiritus Creator stirring individuals in ways that use their talents and bring them personal fulfillment. God instructs Moses: Make a sanctuary for me, that I may dwell among you. Make this tabernacle and all its furnishings exactly like the pattern I will show you.

This sanctuary and its furnishings were to be beautiful and sensuous. A chest of acacia wood overlaid with pure gold…a lamp stand with flower-like cups, buds and blossoms all carved of pure gold in one piece…ten curtains of finely twisted linen and blue, purple and scarlet yarn…perfume and incense made of myrrh, sweet cinnamon, oil of the olive. The writers of Exodus describe the connection between Spiritus Creator and human beings like this:

Those whose hearts were stirred by God’s Spirit returned with their offerings of materials for the Tabernacle, its equipment, and for the holy garments…Men and women came, all who were willing-hearted…the women skilled in sewing and spinning prepared blue, purple, and scarlet thread and cloth, and fine-twined linen and brought them in. Some of the women gladly used their special skill to spin the goats’ hair into cloth. So the people of Israel–every man and woman who wanted to assist in the work given to them by the Lord’s command to Moses–brought their freewill offerings.

The writers go on to say that so many creations came in that Moses sent a message throughout the camp announcing that no more donations were needed, that those creating the sanctuary had more than enough to complete the job.

The Meeting of Human and Divine

Someone once said that all of life is meeting. If so, there is no more important meeting in our entire life time than the meeting between us as human beings–who have the capacity to question and who are free to choose to take responsible action–and Spiritus Creator that pulls us toward an ever-receding horizon of infinite mystery and our own deepest longings for fulfillment. Martin Buber, the great Jewish theologian whom we probably remember best for his profound discussion of the distinction–and the relationship– between the I and the Thou, once said that the great images of the Divine come into being not simply as a projection of our imagination but as an awakening from the deep abyss of human existence through a real encounter with divine power and glory. This encounter, this meeting, not only evokes the Divine but also brings us to birth as persons. For it is out of such encounters that we become more and more who we really are, who we really want to be.

Personal Sacred Stories

Images that opened our heart stay with us. They tell us what is important in our own inner life. They speak with a personal integrity that no one else can question. When we remember the sacred images and experiences that brought us insight, ecstasy, confidence, awareness, joy, a sense of mystery and awe, we connect with a Self that recognizes an eternal relationship with the Divine. The honoring of that connection, thousands of individuals from many cultures over hundreds of centuries have told us, is what brings contentment, satisfaction, and peace.

A few years ago I began to reconstruct my personal sacred story by listing the images and experiences that have stayed with me over the years, moments when I was blessed by an encounter, a meeting, with the Divine. The earliest was the prayer for the moon and me; but there are many others, scattered throughout my life. The first time I viewed Mesa Verde, the ancient cliff dwelling of the Anasazi, and felt glory run throughout my body. An exquisitely beautiful moment listening to the choir in church one Sunday morning. The Good Friday I joined with Greek villagers to ring the bell in their churchyard–sorrowfully, they coached, yet joyfully. The first day I was back home after my mother’s funeral when the red Texas star hibiscus that grew in my backyard in Texas–and which had been a favorite of hers even though she lived far away in Tennessee–burst into bloom with not one blossom but with more than a dozen. You, too, can recall your own list of sacred moments.

Someone once said that the great value of reminiscence is that it tells us something did happen. Our memories are not mere abstractions but are still present and available to us: as sources of awareness, learning, and wisdom; as reminders of our deepest desires; as part of the context we have for making decisions in the present. It is the aliveness of past sacred moments and the potentiality of future ones that draws you and me even to consider taking the time and giving the energy each day to commit to a spiritual practice.

The image in which our heart is first opened.



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