Everyman's Journal 2011, #54
© 2011 Rev. David Seacord
May 4
On my knees again, writing.... my heart giving thanks for a safe return trip to my monk-like life in this rapidly warming southwestern Arizona desert. Suddenly wearing shorts and a tank top instead of winter clothing (it was snowing in Santa Fe as I left), in the early light I have inspected my surviving garden plots and been delighted by the near thunderous chorus of dawn-trumpeting birdsongs emanating from the branches under which my nomadic diesel turtle-shell mobile art studio home has parked patiently, awaiting my return from this past months adventures in New Mexico. I imagine she (Beauty, my studio truck) was my 'stand-in guardian' for my mother in my absence, similar to how I am standing-in for my departed father with her, as Beauty was concrete proof that I would return.
And I have, and yet differently, as it is the nature of travel to accelerate growth and produce new visions to open into in this life. That we each have unlimited choices becomes self-obvious whenever we journey out of the (perhaps too routine) routines we had been living in..... counter-balanceing the positive patterning that we gain from good sadhana practice with a revival of the presence of the infinity upon which we actually exist. Yet, it is with gratitude that I let the roll of the wheels stop and return to the routine labors in my makeshift studio here next to my mothers life, remembering that in time, all good things arrive.
One blessing in particular I will mention.... on the overnight journey I camped at one of my favorite painting spots in the desert north of Phoenix, and in the morning, added a bit of oil to my Sidekicks engine. Somehow I failed to remember to put the engine oil cap back on. Many miles later, coming to my first stoplight in metro Phoenix, I became aware of oil smoke billowing out from under my hood, quickly pulled off the road to investigate, and had my suspicions confirmed when I saw the cap was gone. As my mind was generating plans to deal with this (scanning my supplies for rag-like material to wad up and plug the port temporarily so I could get to an autoparts store and buy a new cap) I hear a small voice inside me suggest that I search the engine compartment to make sure the cap was actually lost---- ie, that maybe (as the cap had fallen off the battery where I had placed it while adding oil) it had been somehow caught, instead of falling out onto the ground. Feeling a little hope at the idea (but not much) I decided to do the search. At first it seemed I was going to come up empty-handed.... then suddenly I saw it, improbably wedged between a wire and the frame, just before it would have fallen to the ground. Thank you !!!! Thank you, Thank you!!! arose in gratefulness and gratitude from my heart.... Voice of God, I love you.
A bit later, in a waiting room, I opened a magazine, and my eyes fell upon an article entitled "The Gifts of Gratitude"....
May you/I live this day awake, knowing we are surrounded by Love's Guiding Presence.
Namaste,
David
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Rev. David Seacord
Fine Art Painter / Sufi Cherag
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