August 19, 2005

Reminders

You are on my mind tonight. I feel the sensation of presence ubiquitously. Maybe it is because the evening sun was glittering on the river this late afternoon. Maybe because the fragrance of autumn fills the night air. Maybe it is the powerful fullness of the moon. Actually there are these sort of tickling reminders everywhere... but the most potent reminder was found in the timid eyes of strangers looking up and making contact; intimate, brief, interior glances, each one a homecoming to the immediacy of Presence.

Why do we forget who we are? Why do we need reminders along the way?

8 comments:

ashley said...

Oh how I give thanks for those reminders... for those moments when I 'wake up', basking in the deep breath of re-memory, celebrating. . .

Anonymous said...

Mischievous one, who is it that is reminded and who reminds?

Beauty and intimacy breathe
in and out
from your expressions,
from your generous reminders.

Mark Walter said...

You are right, Meredith... it's in the eyes.

Patry Francis said...

Beautifully said. And true.

Meredith said...

Oh My! Beautiful reminders fill my comment box!

Twyla said...

How quickly I forget to really look, to listen, to notice. Thank you for the reminder.

isaiah said...

"Why do we forget who we are? Why do we need reminders along the way?"

Because the grace of knowing who we are is too much at times that it is blinding...

M, I, too often ask myself this same question.

Gretchen Coleman said...

I think it is part of the game to see IF we will remember who we are. How far can we be flung away and still find our way home?

The reminders along the way are members of our soul group who have promised to help us while on earth.