Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

When something's going on Something else is going on. Notice the something else too. 

 A piccolo played, then a drum. Feet began to come -a part of the music. Here comes a horse, clippety clop, away. My mother said, "Don't run- the army is after someone other than us. If you stay you'll learn our enemy." Then he came, the speaker. He stood in the square. He told us who to hate. I watched my mother's face, its quiet. "That's him," she said.

 It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could you know. That's why we wake and look out - no guarantees in this life. But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening.

Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason, you sing. For no reason, you accept the way of being lost, cutting loose from all else and electing a world where you go where you want to. Arbitrary, a sound comes, a reminder that a steady center is holding all else. If you listen, that sound will tell you where it is and you can slide your way past trouble. Certain twisted monsters always bar the path - but that's when you get going best, glad to be lost, learning how real it is here on earth, again and again.  

Remind me again - together we trace our strange journey, find each other, come on laughing. Some time we'll cross where life ends. We'll both look back as far as forever, that first day. I'll touch you - a new world then. Stars will move a different way. We'll both end. We'll both begin. Remind me again.

It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could you know. That's why we wake and look out - no guarantees in this life. But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening.

The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere a signal arrives: "Now", and the rays come down. A tomorrow has come. Open your hands, lift them: morning rings all the doorbells; porches are cells for prayer. Religion has touched your throat. Not the same now, you could close your eyes and go on full of light.  And it is already begun, the chord that will shiver glass, the song full of time bending above us. Outside, a sign: a bird intervenes; the wings tell the air, "Be warm." No one is out there, but a giant has passed through town, widening streets, touching the ground, shouldering away the stars.

Left-alone grow-things wait, rustle grass,  click-trunk, whisper-leaf. You go-people miss the hold-still dawn, arch-over sky, the jumps-everywhere glances. This woman-world, fall-into eyes, reaches out her makes tremble beauty, trolls with her body, her move-everything walk all-now, our breathe-always life extends, extends. Change. Change your live-here tick-tock hours. Catch all the flit-flit-birds, eat the offer-food, ride over clip-clop land, our great holds-us-up, wear-a-crown kingdom.