29/09/2019
“My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird -
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
Which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.”
-Mary Oliver, “My Work is Loving the World”.
One of my greatest teachers speaks of time moving not in circles, but in spirals. That we return to seasons, rituals, life lessons that we thought we had outgrown yet can’t seem to shake - but the returns are always shifted, too. Patterns repeated but not without evolution peppered in.
And so we return to the new year. Bake challah in a round to remind us of this cycle of life. Take apples from this harvest season and dip them in honey as both an offering and wish for sweetness in our lives.
This year, on Rosh Hashanah, I am noticing how truly synchronistic with nature this holiday is. How appropriate it feels to have the new year fall just after the equinox, the initiation of autumn, when we reap the bounties of our literal and figurative harvests and begin to release that which is weighing us, too. There is so much abundance springing forth from the earth, now. So much gratitude to express. So many opportunities to stand still and be astonished.
Shana tova to all my dear tribe spirits who are celebrating today. May we usher in this autumn and new year choosing abundance. Choosing presence. Choosing awe. Choosing to forgive and be forgiven. Choosing ourselves. And ever and always, choosing love.