Wow! I'm really blessed by this reflection. Whenever I get very nearsighted (which happens often) it's easy for me to forget that I'm not the only one who has ever had enlightening encounters with God. I've never heard of Mecthild of Magdeburg until your post and that poem is so soul enlivening and her words are so enriching and alive over 800 years later--amazing. This liminal space between winter and spring is one of my favorite times because of the hints of what is to come. I love your invitation to slow down and appreciate the moment. Thank you, S.E.
“The fires are lit below the earth, and the God Who Dances invites each tiny green flame to lick the winter-brown trees. Soon, I won’t even remember what it looked like, so grim and bare. Soon there will be riotous applause in every breeze…” — glorious!
Thank you for sharing a beautiful work. Mecthild of Magdeburg's prayer reminds me of works by Rumi and St. John of the Cross. It is always surprising how mystics, no matter how much they differ in their personal backgrounds, seem to share the same shade of joy in encountering what is "beyond all human sense".
This was beautiful. We have shallow, quick, almost imperceptible winters here in Austin, but there is evidence. The wildflowers are back and my tree out front has tiny new leaf buds. God, blooming all around us.
Wow! I'm really blessed by this reflection. Whenever I get very nearsighted (which happens often) it's easy for me to forget that I'm not the only one who has ever had enlightening encounters with God. I've never heard of Mecthild of Magdeburg until your post and that poem is so soul enlivening and her words are so enriching and alive over 800 years later--amazing. This liminal space between winter and spring is one of my favorite times because of the hints of what is to come. I love your invitation to slow down and appreciate the moment. Thank you, S.E.
“The fires are lit below the earth, and the God Who Dances invites each tiny green flame to lick the winter-brown trees. Soon, I won’t even remember what it looked like, so grim and bare. Soon there will be riotous applause in every breeze…” — glorious!
Beautiful. The Beguines fascinate me.
Thank you for sharing a beautiful work. Mecthild of Magdeburg's prayer reminds me of works by Rumi and St. John of the Cross. It is always surprising how mystics, no matter how much they differ in their personal backgrounds, seem to share the same shade of joy in encountering what is "beyond all human sense".
This was beautiful. We have shallow, quick, almost imperceptible winters here in Austin, but there is evidence. The wildflowers are back and my tree out front has tiny new leaf buds. God, blooming all around us.
Thank you for the message of reawakening. It is welcome...
Spring is an invitation to join the dance and I am here for it.
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Thank you!