Deep peace of the quiet Earth to you 🌎

12/4/22

🎶Furrows, be glad. Though earth is bare,

One more seed is planted there:

Give up your strength the seed to nourish,

That in course the flower may flourish.

People, look east and sing today:

Love, the rose, is on the way.🎵*

I am in a church in Yorkshire in robe and stole, bringing a light and a rose to the altar with reverence. Snow flurries about on the high street. Aromas of coal and fish and chips drift below the heavy wood doors into the narthex with each visitor.

It is a time of joy and discovery as well as deep connection to British Christmas particulars. Year 2000. So long ago and still so present to me in this moment.

The words to the hymn and my voice singing them swirl around in the cosmos of my soul like a scene from Contact in which we are pulling further and further away from the details of Earth. How I love those hymns, but I am unattached in this moment.

Their sounds echo and grow more distant as planets quietly whoosh past, a soft ambient peace filling me as I gain perspective and float effortlessly and without striving or fear. Nothing I love is apart from me even in this distant space.

And now there is only my breathing and a connection to all things.

Peace on Earth and in every star and molecule. I want for nothing and am nourished.

I am in the Mother. And She is in me.

*Words from the hymn, “People, Look East” by Eleanor Farjeon