One day Tom Cowan (Yearning for the Wind) realized that he wasn’t carrying his soul around like a backpack. His soul was carrying him and he quoted the Welsh bard Taliesin. “I adore my God…who has infused a soul to direct me with its seven faculties; fire, earth, water, air, mist, flowers and southerly wind.” Well, that just about covers everything doesn’t it? Because those “faculties” don’t just infuse my soul. They infuse the soul of all Creation. And that soul reaches down and joins my soul and can carry me past the ends of the earth to the edge of Creation if I’ll just let it.
Remember someplace you’ve been that really reached out and touched you. A mountainside in spring when the flowers are just beginning to bloom and there’s still a nip in the air when the sun goes behind a cloud. Summer at the beach as the waves break over and over. And if you’re in
Oregon, and it isn’t
that special two weeks in August? Well, there’s still a nip in the air. While
the sun is out. Maybe it’s fall and the leaves are at their best. Red, orange,
burnt orange. Fire in the branches. Then there’s winter and the bare branches are
hidden in the mist or covered with snow. Remember how you felt. Let it fill you
with fire, earth, water, air, mist, flowers (I like that one) and southerly
Irish or Celtic Druids and saints often asked the blessing or protection of the natural world. Patrick supposedly wrote this one.
I bind unto myself today
The virtues of the starlit heavens,
The glorious sun’s life giving ray,
The whiteness of the moon at even,
The flashing of the lightning free,
The whirling wind’s tempestuous shocks,
The stable earth, the deep salt sea
Around the old eternal rocks.
Now go beyond mere blessing. Get past asking for elemental protections. Stretch out your soul until you are the heavens, the sun, the moonlight, the lighting bolt, the wind, the rich life giving earth and the sea we all can call our mother. Walk out into the world knowing that you and all of Creation are one.