Where the wild meets the sky …

In the smallness of our minds and hearts, we count the hours until we get to do what we want. Yet all around us, we miss the wonder – and  the sorrow.  The world has had another reminder in the last couple of days with the earthquake and tsunami  in Japan, of just how fragile, and how precious each moment we have it.

The power of that which is around us, that we cannot control,  is a blessing and reminder of how connected we are to it.  We are so turned internally with our hearts and spirit that we forget how connected we are to each other and to our mother earth.  In our shame,  in pain, we turn away.

Now – when the wild power of the earth reaches up, to shake and pulverize our delusions of being “masters” of this planet – perhaps we will reach out to each other and make a connection beyond ourselves.  Let not this disaster be lost in just the winds of time and newspaper clippings.

When the wild meets the sky, when our hearts reach our hands and feet, perhaps …

Even if all you can do is offer prayers for each other, do so.

Even if all you have is a moment to spare for another, do so.

Even if all you can do is bless the earth with your walking, do so with that intention.

We are a circle, within a circle, with no beginnings and never ending.

Blessed Be,

Alan Telpefanga