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The gift of wonder

Very early this morning, I was serenaded by a great horned owl.
I close my eyes, smile real big, and let the cares of the world (those that clamor and gnaw), gratefully recede.
It sounds as if he (she) is right outside the window, in the fir trees off the garden. And in my mind, I’m back to my college days, at the Abbey on the Isle of Iona, off Scotland’s northern shore.
In my mind compline has just begin. The owl leads the chant, reminding me of the gift of enough. And the gift of wonder.
When compline ends, I reread lines from Mary Oliver’s poem, “The Summer Day”.
“I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
“It’s a gift to yourself but it’s a gift to anybody who has a hunger for it,” Mary Oliver told Krista (Tippett) in a 2015. The thought echoes something philosopher Simone Weil once said — that “attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.” At a moment when the world can feel strange and difficult — or, at the very least, monotonous — Oliver’s poem draws our attention back to how our earthly existence may be just enough to get us through. She found inspiration in the works of the Roman poet Lucretius, whose Epicurean philosophy she sums up as: “What we are made of will make something else.”
“There is no nothingness — with these little atoms that run around too little for us to see. But, put together, they make something,” she said. “And that to me is a miracle. Where it came from, I don’t know. But it’s a miracle, and I think it’s enough to keep a person afloat.” If we understand existence as a miracle, then maybe the generosity that Simone Weil speaks of is not what we extend to others, but instead what the world offers us — if only we’re lucky enough to look up and around in awe. (Thank you OnBeing Project)
Here’s the deal: Wonder is our birthright. But we forget that don’t we? “(Wonder) comes easily in childhood—the feeling of watching dust motes dancing in sunlight, or climbing a tree to touch the sky, or falling asleep thinking about where the universe ends. If we are safe and nurtured enough to develop our capacity to wonder, we start to wonder about the people in our lives, too—their thoughts and experiences, their pain and joy, their wants and needs. We begin to sense that they are to themselves as vast and complex as we are to ourselves, their inner world as infinite as our own. In other words, we are seeing them as our equal. We are gaining information about how to love them. Wonder is the wellspring for love… But you don’t have to be religious in order to open to wonder. You only have to reclaim a sliver of what you once knew as a child. If you remember how to wonder, then you already have what you need to learn how to love.” (Thank you Center for Action and Contemplation)  

This is the power of wonder. It is not just a reverie for my bliss. It is a grounding, a mindfulness; the permission to pay attention to this life, and to the people who are in it, now available to greater depths of compassion and love. In other words, we see the people who make us better, and we see the people who have been wounded, depleted and diminished, who need compassion.
Growing up, religion was about belonging to a church (the right church, of course) and professing certain beliefs (the right beliefs, of course). We missed the point that the foundation of religion is a sense of wonder and awe.
I love this. When Zach was young, we visited Joshua Tree National Park, and children are given a guide with suggestions for enjoying the park. One of them says, “Find an oasis. In silence, spend ten minutes there. Ask yourself these questions: What did I hear? What did I see? What did I notice that surprised me?” Those are still good questions for every day.
And the owl reminded me that wonder links us to what matters.
“I do not ask to see the reason for it all;
I ask only to share the wonder of it all.”
Rabbi Abraham Heschel  

Speaking of Zach; when he was young, we watched the documentary, The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill, about a man with no money at all, but who lived a rich, passionate and full life of wonder as a bohemian St. Francis to a flock of wild birds. It was charming, endearing and motivational. And made me ask, “How does he get away with that?”
There is something tempting about our need to make wonder a strategy or assignment or test to pass. However, if plans are still on your mind, let me pour you a cup of coffee, and let’s watch the moon still linger in the western sky, and find solace in the owl’s canticle.   Plans can wait; although Czeslaw has a good one… Today I am going to pay attention.
“At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor,
Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds.
I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this:
To glorify things just because they are.”
(“Blacksmith Shop,” Provinces, Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Hass)  

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I needed the owl this week because there’s a good bit of my mental plate. I’ll unpack it in Sabbath Moment in the weeks ahead.  

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Don’t we all want to make sense? Jewish wisdom sanctions the yearning, even ennobles it, at the same time teaching there is no meaning: only a kind of dance between meaning and ambiguity; understanding and misunderstanding; faith and doubt; essence and no-essence. And the more joyous the dance, the richer and more holy the life.  Irwin Kula

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–A very good friend of mine sends me your Sabbath Moments every morning. It is a way we stay connected.  I see that you are an avid reader so I would like to suggest a wonderful book.
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One had to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to embrace the world like a lover. One has to accept pain as a condition of existence. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing. One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to total acceptance of every consequence
of living and dying. Morris West

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 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.
David Wagoner, 1976
Traveling Light: Collected and New Poems 

God bless our contradictions,
those parts of us that seem out of character.
Let us boldly and gladly live out of character.
Let us be creatures of paradox and variety–
creatures of contrast;
of light and shade; creatures of faith.
God be our constant.
Let us step out of character into the unknown,
to struggle and love and do what we will.
Michael Leunig

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