"I used to believe there was some line between what is sacred and common, miraculous and mundane. My perspective had to shift to see that actually all of the bushes are burning, the entire world is ablaze."
It’s impossible to be lonely
when you’re zesting an orange.
Scrape the soft rind once
and the whole room
fills with fruit.
Look around: you have
more than enough.
You just didn’t notice
∆ Amy Schmidt “ABUNDANCE,” in memory of Mary Oliver from Poets Respond, January 20, 2019
Anything was holy if we stared at it long enough.
∆ Marcelo Hernandez Castillo, from “Origin of Prayer and Eden” in Cenzontle
“Most of us are caught in the habit of thinking of escape as a way toward the sacred, that the sacred lies in the distance, that if we can leave the mundane and the banal behind then we will find the sacred. But I think the sacred is more pervasive, more fugitive than just something that is exterior to the conditions we want to leave behind…
I feel invited, I feel lead and inspired to ask if quietude, if rest, if fugitivity isn’t a space of reckoning with the banal, isn’t a space of teasing out the sacred from the mundane, isn’t a space of actually noticing that our imagination of what the sacred looks like actually gets in the way of our transformation … and that we can be enlisted in ways that are surprising and unexpected, to slow down.
And it is not our work to do that, to come up with a final answer for how to do that. It is our work to be ready for when it calls us.”
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