“In nature, we are quietly offered countless models of how to give ourselves over to what appears dark and hopeless, but which ultimately is an awakening beyond our imagining. All around us, everything small and buried surrenders to a process that none of the buried parts can see. We call this process seeding and this innate surrender allows everything edible and fragrant to break ground into a life of light that we call Spring. As a seed buried in earth can’t imagine itself as an orchid or hyacinth, neither can a heart packed with hurt or a mind filmed over with despair imagine itself loved or at peace. The courage of the seed is that, once cracking, it cracks all the way. To move through the dark into blossom is the work of soul.”
Mark Nepo, Seven Thousand Ways To Listen, Staying close to What Is Sacred
Last Sunday, found me shuffling through a pile of books that I had started reading and put aside because something else called to take their place for the moment.
I had started reading Mark Nepo’s, Seven Thousand Ways To Listen, in early December. Wanting to preserve the sweetness of the experience of reading Nepo’s words, I opened it daily, reading only a few pages or even just a few paragraphs at a time. I would ponder what I had just read, savoring the wisdom, as I might a raspberry lozenge that I don’t want to dissolve on my tongue too quickly.
Obviously, it was slow going and in the midst of total chaos and my failed time management in February, I set it aside until things calmed down and I could once again tap into the richness of Nepo’s writing.
Sunday, I opened the book slowly to the page where I had left off, starving for a shot of spiritual wisdom. I sat in my reading chair, while a chorus of birds sang just outside my window, and read the words above.
It was like a homecoming … finding a long-lost relative who I haven’t seen in years. I was awed by the words and found myself rereading them over and over, filling up the empty spaces in my heart that had been drained over the past month or two.
I am so ready to begin reading just a bit of this book again every day … without rushing, so that the words settle in my soul and I again carry within me the courage of a seed.
What are you reading? Do you have a book that you cherish and read only a few sentences at a time?