Contemplation
"The early
Franciscans said the first Bible was not the written Bible, but creation
itself, the cosmos. 'Ever since the creation of the world, God's eternal
power and divinity--however invisible--have become visible for the mind to see
in all the things that God has made' (Romans 1:20). This is surely true;
but you have to sit still in it for a while, observe it, and love it without
trying to rearrange it by thinking you can fully understand it. This
combination of observation along with love--not with resistance, judgment,
analysis, or labeling--just observation with love and reverence, is probably
the best definition of contemplation I can give. You simply participate in what
one Carmelite described as a long loving look at the real."
~Fr. Richard Rohr, Daily Meditation of Center for Action and Contemplation
For years now I've said that I learn the most about God by observing nature. The seasons teach me about death and new life, patience and joy. The rising and setting sun remind me that the sun always comes up, even in the darkest of times, even when hidden behind a cloud, I know that the warmth of God's love is here- always. I hear God in the rustling sound of wind as it gently blows through the leaves of a tree, in the sound of the owl hooting outside my window or a mourning dove's haunting serenade. I see God in the beauty of flowers planted neatly in a garden and wild flowers that find a way to push through a crack in the concrete. I feel God's love when the sun warms my shoulders, when a gentle breeze hits my face on a hot summer's day.
Everyday living is so full and demanding that it leaves little time to be still. We are bombarded with sound and movement. Our monkey brains are moving so fast that we scarcely know what is happening around us. The most important things go unnoticed while the things with no eternal value get all of our attention. This is why the annual Michigan trip is so important to me. My husband and I stay in a little cabin on Central Lake situated amongst cedar trees a few feet from the lake where our Bass Tracker boat is docked. Each morning, we eat a quick breakfast and take our boat out fishing until noon. I spend a lot of the time reading a good book, holding my rod with a little curly tail grub lure attached (my favorite is the sparkly chartreuse one!) sitting perched in my seat in the back of the boat. We fish until noon, spend the afternoon hiking, biking, sight-seeing and just relaxing then we're back at it from abut 5:00 to dusk.
Today's meditation put the power of that time into words. We literally "sit still in it for a while, observe it, and love it without trying to rearrange it by thinking you can fully understand it. This combination of observation along with love--not with resistance, judgment, analysis, or labeling--just observation with love and reverence, is probably the best definition of contemplation I can give. You simply participate in what one Carmelite described as a long loving look at the real."