Last week I went to a birding class at the Portland Audubon Society. It was a basic class on identifying birds. The basic message? Stand still and look. Look for shape, look for marking, look for size. We looked at guide books, identified similar birds by pictures. On Sunday, a Rufous Towhee came to my feeder. How did I know it wasn't a strangely marked robin? By looking. By seeing. Today a peregrine landed on our fence. How did I know? By looking, by seeing, by checking the guidebook.
Wendell Berry says this.
How to Be a Poet.
i
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.
ii
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
iii
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
On Ash Wednesday, I went to an all day reflective retreat. During a time of individual silence, I looked out of the chapel window and saw this.
Can you see it? Look closely. There is a scrub jay hidden in those bushes. I spent quite a bit of time watching him fly in and out of that bush. Fascinating.
As I walked on the grounds of the retreat center, I saw the stations of the cross. I am not normally drawn to stations of the cross but these were quite lovely in their simplicity.
The women at the cross.
This year, I am trying to have a quiet and reflective Lent. I am taking things out so that God can put what I need in. I am reading the gospel of John with its beautiful words and imagery slowly. Phrases like "Bread of Life, Living Water" are staying in my mind. I've put several things around our home to remind us of this dark season.
A cross made of rose thorns and tied with purple and black ribbon.
Seven candles for the seven weeks of Lent. Each week, we light one less until we reach Maundy Thursday. We have less and less light as we enter further into the darkness of Lent.
Three purple candles for the three days between Maundy Thursday and Easter.
I've often felt a loss when Easter came and I hadn't spent time really preparing and thinking. This year, I hope it's different, as I take time to slow down and to really see.