A Fish Not Even Gold

A few years ago in my garden I built two shallow lily ponds and put goldfish into them. They multiplied. But dogs tore the liner and ruined the ponds, so in the fall I drained them and gave away the fish.

Later that fall, much rain fell, and in the winter, much snow. Two or three inches of water formed in the bottom of the pools. It must have been frozen solid for at least a month and must have frozen solid and thawed a number of times. There may have been times when the pools were dry.

Our Spiritual Senses, Part 4—Hearing

In the silence of the heart God speaks. If you face God in prayer and silence, you will hear God. Then you will know you are nothing. It is only when you realize your nothingness, your emptiness, that God can fill you. Souls of prayer are souls of great silence.—Mother Teresa

One of the treasures in my life is the ability to lose myself in a song. Closing my eyes and allowing the words and music to play through me—to stop listening with my ears and listen with my heart. As the music washes over me, my mind relaxes, my breathing slows, and I quietly drift into unexpected places of creation. This is the sacred discipline of deep listening, of being spiritually attentive through the hearing sense.

To Dance With the Question Why?

It started long ago, when our species first achieved consciousness. A distant kinsman awakened—I am. This uneducated forerunner of the human species must have grasped what René Descartes came to realize: "Cogito, ergo sum; I think, therefore I am."

With self-consciousness came a question. I am, but what am I? Each culture has answered this question through its myths, oral traditions, and eventually through its sacred literature. Simply stated, we named ourselves. We are human beings, we are spiritual beings, we are children of the sun, people of the High Place, and so on.