April 21, 2015
Imagine standing on a darkened mountaintop and viewing a starlit sky.
Now imagine, if the stars came out only once every thousand years, and you were there, on that mountain gazing into that sparkling vastness. . .
Imagine smelling a fragrant hyacinth in a bulb-laden spring garden.
Now imagine, if hyacinths bloomed only once every thousand years, and you were there, standing in that garden with a
fragrant breeze blowing your way. . .
Imagine hearing a robin sing to a dazzling sunrise.
Now imagine, if robins sang only once every thousand years, and you were there, sharing that sunrise. . .
Have you ever noticed the tendency of the universe to send repeated messages– as if it is trying to teach?
I have. Some would scoff and call it coincidence, but I don’t think so. I think there is a higher power that works
with us and assists in our growth. Lately, I have been receiving messages about mindfulness.
I came upon this quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson:
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore;
and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been
shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their
It’s a great quote about mindfulness or being with the beauty.
There are different depths to mindfulness.
While working in the garden, I am aware of the commotion a peacock causes when it wanders onto the nearby road. Some
passersby honk and speedily whiz past with an I see you; now, get out of my way.
Other, more mindful, passersby slow to a stop, roll down the windows, “Look, look it’s a peacock–sooo pretty– let’s get
out! Oh, he’s tame, get the camera. Oh my gosh, I got a picture! I got a picture of a peacock! Bye-bye, pretty peacock.”
Which kind am I? I wonder.