He looked through the eyes of his heart and listened with the ears of his heart, deeply attuned to the lush stillness.
Here in our Stories of Grateful Living, we honor the voices of our community as we invite people to share their personal experiences with gratefulness. Join us in appreciating the explorations, reflections, and insights of fellow community members as we collectively learn what it means to live gratefully.
Cheryl’s Story
Ready to journal as Traveler’s Practice, I prop my iPad on the worn wooden desk and slide open the glass door of my room to invite in the steady sound of surf breaking: the flattened teal sea, dotted with bobbing kelp, releasing its pent-up energy against craggy headlands. A pale grey-green gecko moves stealthily across the balcony and races up the fencepost to freedom while seagrass waves with the wind. Big Sur, in all its sensuousness, easily seduces.
Earlier I had retraced the footsteps of our beloved teacher, Br. David Steindl-Rast, recollecting the afternoon some six summers ago when he had led us film seminarians in a contemplative walk through Esalen’s grounds. At the narrow footbridge, we opened wide our arms in blessing—all is grace—casting off worries and fears, which the vigorous waterfall below seemed to carry away in a rush round rocks and down terraced steps toward the sea. He took us along technicolored gardens, fragrant with flowers and herbs, a scene sweetened by gentle birdsong. We came to a small seated Buddha surrounded by succulents petalled like artichokes, hearts open to the sun. Lingering at the foot of the serenely chiseled statue, we left behind stone offerings like the devotions of pilgrims, peregrinos, on the Camino in Martin Sheen’s film The Way.
Br. David, with his tender smile, softly broke our silence: Did you see the roses? They were glowing. He looked through the eyes of his heart and listened with the ears of his heart, deeply attuned to the lush stillness. Pure presence. Our former Benedictine mystic-in-residence taught us to understand that Word is the tradition of Christianity, Silence, the tradition of Buddhism; that without the Silence, you cannot hear the Word.
We invite you to share a story about yourself or another person, reflecting on the question: “How has gratefulness shifted a moment, an experience, or a lifetime?”
Indeed!
“He looked through the eyes of his heart and listened with the ears of his heart, ..”
As the Christian mystics all point out ” you can only hear and see the Archangels of creation …and hear them sound their names too …Mah, Raaa, Gaaaa and Uurrrr…….”through a Pure Heart”.
Matt 5:8 “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God”
Thanks for this article Cheryl
EdS
Thanks, Ed! ~Cheryl
I am just over a year into recovery from a ruptured brain aneurysm. I’ve been through horribly unpleasant operations and procedures. I have tubes and valves, and other things in my body keeping me healthy and alive. My loved ones have experienced that sinking,nightmarish place of “what if we lose her?”
I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Yet, I hold the experience with a kind of tenderness, in deep gratitude because I know I have experienced the power of love. My family cradled me in their love, bathed me in their love, and whispered and sang their love to me. And from far away I heard. I “woke up” singing “Moondance”. ” Can I just have one more moon dance with you my love.” My husband and children began to cry because as they said “we knew you were in there.” I’ve been gifted the privilege of understanding the deepest power of pure love. It pulled me back from a deep sleep I was not ready for. A truly horrible, scary, painful event has provided an unexpected sense of gratefulness, that I embrace as a gift. The intensity of closeness between myself and husband, children, friends and siblings borders on a holy experience for me
Dear Kathryn, such a sense of love is transmitted through your writing! Thank-you for sharing your experience and extending the love! God bless you and all your family.
With love, Sheila?
What a truly beautiful gift you have unwrapped, Kathryn, for yourself, your family and friends. Blessings. ~Cheryl
I am sitting here with tears running down my cheeks, this so touched me! As it said in this essay, “all is grace”. I hope you can read between the words to what my heart is saying. Thank-you for this beautiful offering!
With love and gratitude, Sheila ?
I am deeply moved. Thank you, Sheila. ~Cheryl