Sunday, November 28, 2010

Sitting in the sunlight......

Sitting in the sunlight streaming through my dining room window with a belly full of oatmeal, fresh strawberries and sunflower seed bread on a Sunday morning, I am aware of the power of life.  Ubiquitous and ambient, this creative power gives birth to all things, all creatures and experiences of all creatures.  I imagine that being alive is much like our bodies inside the womb, that our bodies simply went from one womb to another.  Only this womb we find ourselves in is infinitely large and births much more than human bodies and other creatures bodies but also dirt, rocks, air, plants, stars, suns, and planets and then animates all that it births.

We humans are fond of imagining that we are self contained islands onto ourselves and yet without the food in my belly, my body would last only a few weeks or without the air we all share, our bodies would last only a matter of minutes.  Without the sunlight streaming through my dining room window, life as we know it would not be possible.

I am not simply espousing a pantheistic view of life read somewhere in a book.  I prefer no labels on that which our puny little minds cannot begin to fully explain or comprehend.  This is not leading to some religious or new age view of life.  Instead I prefer to look into my experience of being alive and share that.

I am aware that there are those who will vehemently disagree with my sharing.   But I am content to sit and be present to the space in which we reside and to that which fills this space and be open to whatever experience shows up.  I feel no need to place this experience inside a religion, ideology or doctrine.  To feel peaceful, calm, and free of the usual stream of anxious thoughts, if only for a few moments in the warm soothing sunlight is enough.  To sit in the sunlight and be present to the beautiful dining room table, to the colorful slate dining room floor and to the entire house that all showed up in my imagination and all built by me and by others under my direction is evidence enough for the creative birthing power of life.

Pictures are from the final stages of construction.


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