a spot on the beach at Cleggan, Connemara, Ireland
©A. Rutherford
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I am always telling my students to pay attention. Before they get to know me very well, they think I just want them to be quiet and look at me when we are doing the lesson. They assume their minds and imagination can be anywhere as long as they look like they are attending to me and the work we are doing.
I have to teach them what I mean by paying attention, and at first I might as well be speaking to them in a foreign language. But eventually they get it, and many have come back later to thank me for the gift true attentiveness has been to their lives. Attentiveness is one topic I would like to develop in this blog.
To be lost in wonder one way of being attentive. It is to be rapt in one's attention. Not in flights of fancy to imaginary places but to really see the everyday stuff of our lives in a deeper, fuller way . . . to be in relationship with our life.
Richard Wilbur, one of my favorite poets, explains this need to be attentive in his poem "Love Calls Us to the Things of this World," as he describes someone waking to the sounds of the everyday work world outside his window. So easy it would be to get out of bed and walk out into that world without taking time to breath one's soul back into oneself. Without taking time to bring your spirit and your body together through prayer and meditation, one would be likely not to pay attention to the things or people or experiences one encounters in that day, at least the kind of attention that allows us to see the beauty and joy that are available to us through our sense of wonder.
And besides we might pass by a "thin place" totally unaware . . . *smile*
Moreover, learning to pay attention to the gifts of God in the world around us aids us in our growth toward being better able to pay attention to our relationship with Him. Gratitude and true appreciation for His gifts point us toward the Giver.
When we fail in wonder, we fail in gratitude. The response to wonder is calling attention to the world in order to praise it. -Esther de Vaal
As another poet explains . . .
In rare moments
In rare moments
when I am at home to myself,
my heart is still,
my pulse a psalm.
I know obscurely
I receive my life
from a power beyond me,
live by a life not my own.
This morsel of life,
its ephemeral beauty,
its searing sorrow,
is on loan,
marginal to a greater agency
that always, all ways
engages the darkness,
brings life from death.
My own gratuitousness
itself is a gift,
liberating me
to live in this moment.
to be at peace in a world
that, like me, is passing away,
to love it fiercely,
to let it go.
-Bonnie Thurston
The popular culture cries to us that God is dead or that He is no longer relevant. But Dag Hammarskjold, who was a Christian mystic and the second Secretary General of the United Nations, in his book Markings, offers this insight:
God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity,
but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illuminated by the steady
radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond
all reason.
but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illuminated by the steady
radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond
all reason.
Poet William Blake asks us to
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
A visual meditation— Click on the photo at the top of this post to enlarge it. Look around in the picture. What small bit of delight might you miss or even obliterate if you were not paying attention to where you were going?
Now click on the photo below.
Below is the "big picture" this small bit above came from . . . Most of us get the "big picture" and often it is wonderful indeed, but still more wonders are right under our feet. Think about how that might be a metaphor for other natural gifts of delight and wonder you might be missing.
Practice attentiveness . . . first to the gifts, which will lead then to the Giver.
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A visual meditation— Click on the photo at the top of this post to enlarge it. Look around in the picture. What small bit of delight might you miss or even obliterate if you were not paying attention to where you were going?
Now click on the photo below.
Below is the "big picture" this small bit above came from . . . Most of us get the "big picture" and often it is wonderful indeed, but still more wonders are right under our feet. Think about how that might be a metaphor for other natural gifts of delight and wonder you might be missing.
Practice attentiveness . . . first to the gifts, which will lead then to the Giver.
©A.Rutherford
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2 comments:
Ardoth, how excited I am to read your blog. I think we are in at least some ways joined at the heart.
Attention - focus is an enduring topic of passion in my life. In college I did an independent study. As a psych major at a Christian college I was taught about human behavior sorted into two categories, determined and free. Never being able to get a straight answer in bringing these schools of thought together, I struggled to bring sense to this important issue.
This youthful struggle gave birth to a framework I have continued to cherish.
What we focus on determines who we become.
What we pay attention to is the smallest unit of choice and is the building block of our understanding of the world.
I'm sure we will talk more over time about this topic, but will leave you with a poem I wrote this fall. Story behind it is between title and body of poem.
Thanks for your sharing your thoughts and talents. What a JOY!
MOMENT HARVEST
I drove to our daughter's this afternoon and the foilage is nearing its audacious peak. Mile after mile of gently rolling hills covered with a tapestry of color. The camera is broken but days like today deserve to be preserved and treasured so I scrawled what words came to mind at traffic lights and stop signs as I drove through a rural Ohio landscape filled with woods and small farms. It was a glorious drive and a wonderful day to work together and enjoy the warmth of all we share.
Whirling and swirling
Ride on the wind
Baked by the sun
frosted in flames.
Harvest the beans
the corn and the apples
Harvest the pumpkins
and grapes from their vine.
Summer is waning
Autumn triumphant
heralding the glory
the present in time.
-Jodie Knuchel :)
Hello Jodie, it's been a long time, hasn't it?
I really like what you said here:
"What we pay attention to is the smallest unit of choice and is the building block of our understanding of the world."
I'm going to have to ponder that in depth. I think we pay a lot of lip-service to the phrase "As a man thinketh . . .," but don't actually think deeply enough about the implications of what that phrase could mean for the living out of our daily lives. I for one am guilty of spending too much time "thoughtlessly" and letting small bits of Joy pass by me unheeded. Hence, this blog to aid me in pondering more deeply . . . ☺
I enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing it!
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