On the water

This morning I awoke in a guest bed, blinds pulled, quiet all around. So naturally I pulled out my laptop and went to work. After a bit, I thought, “Hmm, I wonder what the view looks like.”

Amazing, is what the view looked like.


I nabbed a cup of organic peppermint tea (ah, refreshing!) 3 dates, 1 banana and a hand full of nuts and went out to the dock. I made it to one of the terrace walls, remembering how hot a dock can get. And then I watched. Boats, birds, waves, water…..sun glistening…it’s not a cliche, the water glistens……

Some guy on a jet ski came by. And again. Gaining speed, rocking the surface, slowing to take a gentle turn-a-round to then test the power of his machine. How fantastic!

We are born to test the power we ride on. To test the water that sinks us or carries us. To test the heat of the sun (the iPhone has a warning of high temps), and the sting of a bug. To test our ability to pray to wait to meditate

to see God.

The Sacred lingers in the corners, lands on the dock like a Heron, buzzes and then is gone, powers by to initial annoyance as it Divinely disturbs our waters.

But she is here, Hokmah, the mother of creation, the wind and wing and wet.

How will I listen today? Will I take in a visual scan of this creation and thank God, but not see myself as part of it? No. I won’t do that.

Will I assume that star and sun, planets and plants, cosmos and hiickory are just put here for my fancy? For me to oggle? For humankind to use at will? No, I will not.

I am in the breeze, the moss, the shoreline. I am part of creation just as the Heron who is sneaking around the deck with its long legs. I am placed here for a purpose, just as is the kudzu, the summer heat, the rise of Venus in the night sky. I don’t have to understand the purpose, but oh, what neglect and disrespect to assume there is not purpose or impact for life, for Sacred Meaning, for delight.

Hear Hokma/Woman Wisdom speak of creation from Proverbs 8

The Lord created me at the beginning of his work the first of his acts of long ago. 

Ages ago I was set up, at the first, before the beginning of the earth. 

When there were no depths I was brought forth, when there were no springs abounding with water.  Before the mountains had been shaped, before the hills, I was brought forth— 

when he had not yet made earth and fields, or the world’s first bits of soil. When he established the heavens, I was there, when he drew a circle on the face of the deep, when he made firm the skies above, when he established the fountains of the deep,  when he assigned to the sea its limit, so that the waters might not transgress his command, when he marked out the foundations of the earth, 

then I was beside him, like a master worker; and I was daily his delight, rejoicing before him always, 31 rejoicing in his inhabited world and delighting in the human race.




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