Yes. You read that right. I am writing this on April 15th in response to a sacred response to taxes that I found written by Diana Butler Bass on Twitter. I am sharing it here:
She prays as she mails her taxes. (Prayer below). I wonder what our world would be like if we approached even taxes as a sacred response?
Thank you, God, that we live in a nation wise enough to understand that when we share goods we create more good, especially for the poor, those suffering, and those in need. Multiply this tax payment so hungry people will be fed, prisoners will be treated justly, students educated, our parks and natural resources cared for.Lift my heart toward gratitude today. That my family can contribute to the good of this land. That we have a small part in making a great country. Forgive...
“Without art, we should have no notion of the sacred; without science, we should always worship false gods.” W.H. Auden
When we move on in the arc of our lives - to center - we cross the threshold into that place from which all things emanate - the sacred space of all art and creativity. We leave behind the cacophony of assumptions and received wisdom to rest in Rumi’s field - a place he says is “beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing." We cross the threshold into a w-h-o-l-l-y, place - a place Rumi tells us the “world is too full to talk about.” The ideal of this field reminds me very much of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, where all the hallelujah's - broken or whole - are equal. And so it is with us and with our arts, which as a spiritual practice brings balance and sacredness
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare? —
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”
- W.H. Davies, The Collected Poems of William H. Davies
I recently encountered an article that listed over thirty activities - hobbies - with which one might fill leisure time. All well and good, but I find my real leisure joys