When it’s over, I want to say, all my life I was a bride married to amazement. Mary Oliver
I dedicate this piece to Mary Oliver, whom we lost this week. She was a true mystic, present to the amazing beauty of nature that surrounds us every day. The mystic sees the sacred in the ordinary. The mystical path takes us from our head to our heart. It is a path of mystery, awe, wonder, and gratitude.
When I am fully present to life, I am able enjoy the birds in my backyard, the park I am able to walk everyday, and the antics of the squirrel that has outsmarted me each day. This beautiful squirrel continues to eat my birdseed and bird suet. I finally went out and bought a squirrel baffler. Looking out in the yard later I noticed the squirrel sitting on a branch of the tree looking at the baffler. He looked up, he looked to both sides, and then stared at the baffler. I am smiling and thinking “Ha got you!” All of a sudden he crouches down, takes a flying leap up under the baffler and proceeds to enjoy the suet. As I watched this great display of nature, I was feeling no stress or tension, I was just smiling and enjoying the intelligence of this little critter. He is now part of my wildlife backyard.
Abraham Maslow once said, “The great lesson from the mystics is that the sacred is in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one’s daily life, in one’s neighbors, friends, and family…in one’s backyard.” Yes, it is what Abraham Heschel calls “Radical Amazement,” the ability to see the world through the eyes of awe and wonder, and to be amazed and astonished at the beauty, complexity, and synchronicity that graces our lives.
Mary Oliver shared her mystical soul with us through her poetry. I thank her for waking me up to a form of earthy, accessible, and mystical poetry. I close with her three recommendations for life:
Pay attention
Be Astounded
Tell Someone
May you know in your heart that
we are all born mystics. Being a mystic is as natural as experiencing wonder.
Silence is something like an endangered species. Gunilla Norris
For all that has been—-Thanks! For that shall be—-Yes! Dag Hammarskjold
We come to this season from different traditions. All traditions celebrate the miracles of this time of year. I come to this time through the lens of Christianity. Advent is a time of waiting in quiet solitude for the returning light. Winter solstice honors the quiet of the winter months where the ground is cold and dark so the seeds can rest and germinate for the coming spring. It is difficult to follow our bodies yearnings to be still and listen during the busiest time of the year. How do you balance solitude and community? I’d like to reflect on the Christmas story, but with a different look at the gifts of the Magi. I’ve gathered 18 gifts from Sarah Ban Breathnach’s book Simple Abundance. These gifts/qualities for the journey include: