This poem by Wendell Berry, simple in the stark power it offers, has become the center piece in the Advent rituals of Seattle Mennonite Church (https://seattlemennonite.org). This season is offering me the opportunity to identify what is blooming in me now. Not what will bloom when covid passes. What booms now.
Berry’s poem invites us to fear not those ubiquitous travelers, dark feet and dark wings, for they are the essence of our humanity. They are the redeemed coals that smolder in the cauldrons of our souls, the sparks of light we bring into the dark and out of the dark.
Breathing in I become the dark.
Breathing out I disperse light.
Breathing in I receive the bloom.
Breathing out I release despair.
Breathing in I am peace.
Breathing out I release anxiety.
May it be so.
3 thoughts on “Honor the Blooming”
I love the question, what is blooming in me, NOW!! Thank you for the simple but powerful breath practice.
NOW! I’m searching for that bloom. Thanks for being here, Ardine.