I took these two photos today. The top photo is part of my kitchen window shrine. In front of the picture of Jesus is the skeleton of a fish that we found washed up on the beach in Galveston, Texas, many years ago. There were many of these bones, crucifix-shaped, just lying on the dirty sand. We picked them up reverently as they were quite fragile, and packed them into our suitcase. This is the only one left. The bloom is from one of my Orchids Ray gave me for Christrmas. One of the cats broke it off.
The other photo is the dying flame of my green healing meditation candle that I burned yesterday, flickering in front of one of my small collages. The candle burns down, but where does it go? There is no wax anywhere. Only the tiny piece of a wick remains of the tall, thin candle. It's a mystery.
I share with you a poem I love by Dorianne Laux from her amazing book, "What We Carry". Enjoy.
Love & Blessings,
~*~Marion~*~
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Dust
By Dorianne Laux
Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor--
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn't elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That's how it is sometimes--
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you're just too tired to open it.
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"The most tangible of all visible mysteries - fire." ~Leigh Hunt
