““Miracles have ceased.” Have they indeed? When? They had not ceased this afternoon when I walked into the wood and got into bright, miraculous sunshine, in shelter from the roaring wind.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882), writer and Unitarian minister, quoted in Fragments of Holiness for Daily Reflection
“The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose.”
“Most of us are sufficiently distanced from our own ancestral wisdom to feel disoriented in a time when indigenous knowledge is being reevaluated. How do we rekindle the ancestral fires once again? Where is the wisdom that will help us through the night of ignorance and doubt? Instead of elders, we now have elected politicians who speak with corrupt and self-serving voices; instead of fragrant local wisdom, we have homogenous civil law and institutionalized religion to guide us.
Ancestral wisdom does not cease because the elders are no longer important in our society. Indeed, the wisdom is retrievable and implementable now. Part of the solution lies with ourselves. By changing the way we think – extending our planning to include the next ten generations rather than just our own lifetime and vigorously upholding the rights and privileges of elders in our community – we shift from a basis of neglect to a more respectful and empowered position.
If we genuinely want to look to our recent or ancient past for wisdom, then we must give time, effort, and study to our own spiritual and indigenous traditions, or to the traditions of those lands whence our ancestors came. Whatever is useful, whatever is practical, whatever is wise will never be lost as long as one person is practising it.”
From The Celtic Spirit: Daily Meditations for the Turning Year by Caitlin Matthews
“By morning she has lost a husband, a home, a dream, a night of her life that will never return. She tries not to think of what she will do, of what this means in the long history of loss. There are tigers dying, she knows, nuclear threats that might eradicate the world. Forests are disappearing and seas are being emptied. She tries not to think of her hunger against the magnitude of all this. Her small hunger against the failure of civilizations. She thinks instead of evening, how once again it will grow long and bright, how eternity that seemed so paltry just minutes ago could become eternal once again. She thinks of the moon rising in the cleft of the distant hills. It is the only comfort she allows herself– to relinquish the things she loves as if they were never hers.”
“Sometimes if we don’t do anything, we help more than if we do a lot. We call that non-action. It’s like the calm person on a small boat in a storm. That person doesn’t have to do much, just be themselves, and the situation can change.”
“A bird’s song calms your nervous system. Breathing in soil helps you to feel safe and release serotonin within. Medicines and wild foods grow at our feet. The air holds anti-inflammatory bacteria. Our oxygen is a continuous reciprocal relationship with the rooted ones and the rivers and seas.. Death is alchemised into life by the fungi and insects. If you listen, look and feel the land’s true stories you will see how each moment you are held by this life, by this earth. The wild isn’t the nonsensical, chaotic, dirty, cruel place. It is kind, reciprocal and nourishing, and it has woven you into belonging since your first breath.”
“To have humility is to experience reality, not in relation to ourselves, but in its sacred independence. It is to see, judge, and act from the point of rest in ourselves. Then, how much disappears, and all that remains falls into place.
In the point of rest at the center of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.”
From Markings by Dag Hammarskjöld (1905 – 1961), UN Secretary-General and Unitarian, born on this day