Words from Pep
The Reign of Spirit
By
James Washburn
Our first rain in three weeks had
fallen in the night healing a thirsty earth. I stepped out of my tent and
inhaled the cool, fresh, clean humidity of washed morning air. Here in a stand
of mature maple and oak, the dark, damp crevasses revealed in their bark called
me closer. I approached an individual and drew my hands over the texture of its
skin. Rough, calloused, with deep furrows, yet made fragile by the rain.
Crumbs, like spent coffee grounds, rubbed off on my palms. . . . . Here within
these trees was patient life, waiting, standing, absorbing their moment in
time. Here in these trees was an expression of the nature of Spirit – strength
and power, delicate and sensitive, malleable yet indestructible. . . . . . I
pulled myself closer pressing my cheek against this “being”. Its breath mingled
with mine and for a moment we seemed to commune in praise and delight. For a
moment we knew one another and shared existence. . . . . There are those who
judge my activity in these things peculiar, a fantasy, even refer to them as
mild insanity. So be it, for there was another insane One who claimed the
“trees sing for joy and clap their hands”, “the mountains and hills shout,” and
“even the stones cry out”. Let this insanity rule I say. This is what is
needed to heal the earth and the mind of humankind. Let Spirit reign and wash
away blindness, deafness, lack of sensitivity and the ignorant fear that
separates us. Do not be afraid of looking foolish. Press your hands, cheek and
heart against the bark of Spirit and let the healing of a thirsty earth begin.
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ONE WORLD - ONE FAMILY OF MAN - ONE CREATOR OF ALL
ONE WORLD - ONE FAMILY OF MAN - ONE CREATOR OF ALL
Pep Washburn
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