I want to save the conversation we began when you came back from your trip to the mountains. I want to print it and put it on a water color sky and keep it in a journal.
Everything you said was poetry.
You had been to the mountains and your spirit had been restored.
I say that like it’s past tense. That isn’t right. Your renewal is ongoing.
Something is different.
Remember the story about the man seeking enlightenment. He goes to the mountain where he meets a sage who puts him to work chopping wood and carrying water. He gets frustrated with these mundane chores and wonders when the real work of attaining wisdom will begin.
Then, Oh! happy day! He awakens to the truth that what he was seeking is right there in his ordinary chores.
He realizes he must return to where he came from; He comes down from the mountain and back into the marketplace.
I always thought the story ended there, but it doesn’t, does it?
I am wondering if that man did not bring the whole magical experience with him when he came home and if his light did not have an effect on the people around him.
It does seem like there is something fresh and new in the atmosphere, now that you are back and you’ve shared some of your marvelous light.
You received a blessing when your hands went into the creek and you poured water over your head. Your baptism brings grace to all of us.
I want to go back to what you actually said and how you said it.
I was too much like a hungry dog, lapping up all the story in gulps without tasting anything.
I’m sorry I didn’t listen better the first time. I am listening now.