Regardless of our personal beliefs and faith, this is a constant, is what I have seen. The deep, abiding thoughts that come to mind when we feel gratitude, are worried, when exams come around, when a loved one is worried, in trouble, or unwell… I could go on. But then again, you would still do so, even if there was no man-made religion or deity, would you not? In the presence of that which gives and gives, with love, unconditionally. Nature. Nah, that is too broad a term.
A tree, trees, on a hot day. A tree, that catches the lens of your phone camera as you pan, looking for things to shoot with it. A leaf, on the tree, falling from it, brushing you softly, as you pass under you feet? Flowers, oh I could go on. The flora of earth is poetry.
A bird, birds, maybe you do not know, but are fascinated or simply see them in passing. I think peacocks and elephants are two denizens that abound in my native land (peacocks come by regularly, at my mother’s place). Butterflies, dragonflies… not everything that flies, though 😀
Extended families of non-human beings, whoever they be.
The concept of Kaavu, comes to mind here.
Hoomans too, family, even though we aren’t born of the same parents. Our tribe.
Divinity comes in so many forms, for me. And my prayer is always gratitude, and that I am worthy of them. Karma may be a stormy beach, but we got boats, sails and anchors, of our kind, and we make good Karma. So.
Bonus:
Bindu Manoj introduced me to Mary Oliver’s poetry. So grateful for you both, Bindu. This one sums it best.
Praying
By Mary Oliver
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
22 September, 2023, for Day#22 of #SeptemberMusings
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