Morning Musings 7.22.21
[As we work together to seek rootedness at the very core of our beings, Pastor Mike attempts to center himself in the early moments of each day by writing a Morning Musings. This journal blog is a way of holding and anticipating the light of God’s love washing over our waking hours.]
July 22, 2021
I paused in my walking this morning close to Rock Creek—to gaze reverently upon a deer standing on the path, majestic, head held high. For only a moment she turned ever-so-slightly to look at me, not a look of fear, only of wonder and query, daring and protective when needed. She was listening in a deep feminine way of looking beneath the surface. I felt bravery from this animal this morning, a boldness that hovered out beyond the wildness pulling me inward. I prayed for her not to run into the traffic. My prayer was heard and she turned, slipping into the trees and underbrush along the creek.
The bursting moon was clear and bright. This is the week when the full moon crosses across our sky—full on July 24. This month, the full “Buck” moon, not as romantic as last month’s “Strawberry” full moon. This name, traditionally coming from Native American cultures, is associated with the male deer whose antlers are in a growing stage this month. Various cultures have different names for the July full moon, such as “Ripe Corn” moon, “Hay” moon, and “Hungry Ghost” moon. I like “Moon of Claiming,” which reminds me that even in the midst of a hot, muggy summer, there are blessings from the garden—beans, tomatoes, beets, corn—blessings to be claimed from the world around me and from deep within—miracles abound! As I walked, these and many other blessings I claimed –from the moon above, from the deer on the path, from the bold Spirit of Truth embracing me and the world.
And I thought of the listening of the heart, anticipating that inner voice to speak Truth, to which we must surrender our lives, the Truth that simultaneously radiates out to the world, filled with the assurance that we are loved. This is where I was as I continued my walking this morning, walking the road of tenderness, looking intently, listening deeply to the wild and the untamed.
There Is a Place Beyond Ambition
When the flute players couldn’t think of what to say next
they lay down themselves beside the river, and just listened.
Some of them, after awhile, jumped up and disappeared back inside the busy town.
But the rest—so quiet, not even thoughtful—are still there, still listening. ~Mary Oliver
Blessings & love on your day, pastor mike