Words from Pep
Picture this...by Pep Washburn
You and I are balanced
on one of countless charcoal boulders stretching as far as we can see up and
down the middle of an inconsequential, almost dry, river bed. This corridor has
the appearance of a canyon as it is bounded on each side by a nearly straight
wall of leafy greens – maple, oak, ash, pine - tops of which gracefully bend
under the urging of a breeze. This tortured passageway is softened along its flanks
by a restricted tangle of grass and mid-August sedges. Our ears are gently
bathed with the slosh and burble of water as it bumper-cars its way down this
highway to the sea. A wren scolds us while at the same time probing crevices in
the bark of a hemlock and overhead, as its name infers, a fly-catcher darts and
swoops at a cloud of insects for lunch. . . . . .
This is a small section
of the Little Eau Pleine River that runs through my property. This is heaven
here-and-now, you and I communing, experiencing, relating, hearts beating with
the one rhythm of creation. Exchanging breath with the Spirit of the universe.
. . . . .
Many seek a
divine/spiritual reality within the confining walls of institutions and their
programs, dogmas and doctrines. But, Spirit by nature will not be confined to
anyone’s paradigm or tradition. . . . . .
As we stand balanced on
these rocks Spirit is singing in this canyon of the Little Eau Pleine. Spirit
is always singing, rejoicing out there and within our beings. It just takes eyes
to see, ears to hear, a centered and quieted heart. . . . . .
Near a tiny pool,
between the sedges and boulders four dragonflies, wings of velvet and midnight,
bob around each other in gay dance, their slender metallic cobalt blue bodies
iridescent in the light. Clearly they are filled with Spirit’s ecstasy
expressing the mind of God. To their right, perched slightly above on the edge
of overhanging stone sits a single viewer. Its wings lace like, transparent.
Its body, cadmium red, radiates passionate approvable. What a grand performance
for this audience of one! . . . . .
As you and I begin to
retreat downstream, boulder to boulder, we too become aware of our audience of
One passionately enjoying our dance along the Little Eau Pleine.
-- Pep Washburn
ONE WORLD - ONE FAMILY OF MAN - ONE CREATOR OF ALL
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