Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Once-full moon is hanging in the blue sky this morning, a new day, sunlight brand new. All is part of all. Who knows what they are seeing the sun rise over? I see it rise over forest trees this morning, like trees I walked through to get here, so distinct and green and hushed inside, so sacrosanct. This whole land is a cathedral, vaulted and dedicated, this whole land is holy. I walk off the road and feel blessing.
Annie Dillard says our job is to witness, to be audience for the show - everything - which would otherwise be unwitnessed. I agree we witness in our particular way - but everything witnesses in its particular way - and we are also here to be performers. We are here to sing and dance, just another way of being audience; performing is watching and responding.