Two moments from earlier this morning struck me: 1) a post in an email which said that whatever happens tomorrow, we can expect stress, anxiety and disappointment to continue for a good long while, and 2) I looked out my window to see a hawk flying, swooping, ascending, descending, curving, curving back, swooping down in endless flight. These reminded me of this from Thomas Merton:
"We do not have to go very far to catch echoes of [the cosmic dance] . . .When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children . . . at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the 'newness,' the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.
. . . The more we persist in misunderstanding the phenomena of life, the more we analyze them out into strange finalities and complex purposes of our own, the more we involve ourselves in sadness, absurdity and despair. But it does not matter much, because no despair of ours can alter the reality of things, or stain the joy of the cosmic dance which is always there. Indeed, we are in the midst of it, and it is in the midst of us, for it beats in our very blood, whether we want it to or not . . . the fact remains that we are invited to forget ourselves on purpose, cast our awful solemnity to the winds and join in the general dance."
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