02/26/2009

Noticing Things

I have been thinking about the practice of lent, the giving something up or taking a new practice on. There is so much wisdom in self discipline. I decided for this time of lent to take five minutes every day to notice things. As I was thinking about our time here this winter I realized that I had not been pausing for anything and I have been walking with my head down watching my footing but not taking in the world around me. I know that when I am in a space of noticing change and experiencing it I am drawn further into my experience of the divine and I am able to think more clearly.

The Raven

Today the raven flew overhead
His black wings pushing the air aside
He gave a chortle as he glided up the hill
And the sunlight gleamed on his glossy feathers

He is always busy around the village, like the rest of us,
But he seems to take it in stride in a different way
He calls out time and again
His voice can be heard early in the morning
It is a sound of greeting whenever I walk out my door

The raven doesn’t seem to miss a thing
His keen eyes taking in every little movement
He knows the village through and through and
During lunch he glides outside the Hotel windows
Looking in, and connecting

I am often comforted by his presence
He is constant
Riding the air waves like thoughts
Pushing some aside and claiming others for his own
His wings gliding in communion
With all of the elements around him

I know that I will see him in the morning
Taking it all in
Never letting the moment pass him by
His freedom is in the connection
And the feel of outstretched wings on the wind

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