Abundance
From dreams last night, reminded of the great abundance of life and vitality provided, far beyond what could be needed.
It was one of those long complicated dreams with many twists and turns. But as I knew myself fully awake and reflected on it, the image of a huge life-giving river remained, filled with more than enough nutrients to replenish even the thirstiest soil.
Only when the day to day noise has finally dimmed enough so that these kinds of messages come through do I realize how loud it is usually, how difficult, then to hear the still, small Voice.
A good reminder of the need to maintain enough space and silence in regular routines. That one disconnect day at the start of each month does not seem to be enough. The Sabbath, after all, is weekly, not by accident but by design.
So far from lack or miserliness is the extraordinary givingness of the natural world. Delusions of zero sum then must be just a human ailment, not at all a characteristic of life as it truly is.
Thtough the artificial boundaries of our constructed world, we choke off at every level, physically, emotionally, and spiritually the ever springing generosity that avails on every side.
Or as the prophet Jeremiah maintained (2:13)
“My people have committed two sins: They have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water.”
After cutting oneself off from the life-giving Source, compounding the error by trying to create means to retain water, but these efforts must fail.
Tomorrow is the last day of Advent. One church season ends and a new one begins. As I continue the stock-taking musings inevitable at this time of year, I look gratefully back upon a year of feeling so connected to Source, so filled with joy of life and the waters that flow and flow.
It has been a year of going out walking every day, and all the revelations that alone has brought.
A year that has included returning to church, returning to singing in choir weekly, being part of a community, and of the smaller communities of singing and meditating within the bigger ones.
A year of astonishing blessings I could not have anticipated in more ways than I can put into words.
A year, in other words, of abundance, with the hope of even more to come.