Water, the Hub of Life.
Water is its mater and matrix, mother and medium.
Water is the most extraordinary substance!
Practically all its properties are anomalous,
which enabled life to use it as building material for its machinery.
Life is water dancing to the tune of solids.
Seldom do I see a body of water that it doesn’t seduce me with its wiles into a meditative reverie. In that quiet stillness I feel drawn to peer down into its mysterious depths until imagined or perhaps real images of earth’s origins come alive. Water seems to possess in all its forms and properties extraordinary qualities so otherworldly that the phenomena of water reaches down and touches pools in “the temple of the inner being.” While looking into its depths an unmistakable awareness of the Divine’s presence surfaces and holiness rises like a mist. Gauzy reflections in water quiver and quake as if they possess a life of their own.
Although I know not where it rests in the human psyche, I believe somewhere therein mortals remember their watery beginning and recognize familiar things not of this world, things they know without tutelage or reason. In the same way a child instinctively recognizes its biological mother after the umbilical cord is severed, I believe we, who are separated here from the Source of our being, retain a sense of His parenting presence because we are of the Lord and inextricably a part of Him.
My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird,
I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
~George Eliot, English novelist
What’s not to love about a season that takes the focus off summer’s calamities by piling delectable hues back on nature’s palette? It begins after the autumnal equinox when grasses, flowers, fruits, and berries begin weaving fabulous garlands in sacred temples bound by earth and sky. Then as the days grow shorter, the torrid temperatures of summer lower and chilling winds descend from the north. The nip in the air they create induces chemical changes in leaves, leaves that become more and more colorful as autumn’s days unfold. The grand array of their colors conjures up magic shows on woody altars not only in autumnal forests but also in small towns and sprawling cities. Later in the season blustery winds snap the parchment-like foliage off, and as the leaves fall, they swirl about in little eddies playing like jovial children. When autumn’s skies are not shrouded by gauzy, gray clouds, they are swept clear revealing brilliance on the “brows of morn” and daytime hours drenched in deep, dreamy shades of blue. Under such canopies pumpkins appear in fields, soon to be used in fall’s activities and feasts as well as for festive winter banquets. Plumed grasses shift and sigh in renewed authorship of the ancient hymns of sacred earth making autumn a time to be silent as well as watchful. As one Celtic teacher put it, Creation is “the grand volume of God’s utterance,” and what a lovely utterance it is! Whenever and wherever one listens to the Word of God, be it in Creation or Scripture, be it in autumn or the other seasons, it gives the listener carte blanche to fall into a rhythm which calms the mind, soothes the spirit, and sheds light into the fabric of God’s heart.