How strange that yesterday my mind was floating free and today I’ve come gently back to earth. No pulses of energy behind my eyes, no sublimities. And that’s okay. We’re all rolling along within some unknown rhythm of life.
I did meditate today and an image presented itself. I’ve been thinking of the type of sculpture I want for my bathroom and had settled on a human figure in metal – arms outstretched and head down. But this morning came a circle, one composed of people, holding hands. It was so vivid as I floated in quietness. They were all smiling. And I thought back to other circles I’ve known.
1982. A suburban parking lot in Honolulu. Christmas morning. Perhaps one hundred of us held hands for awhile and then sang carols.
Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That’s the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii’s way
To say Merry Christmas to you
And then “Silent Night”. So sweet a time in the presence of strangers who became not that.
Years later, fifty of us stood in another parking lot, joined in a prayer circle for my lovely wife Jody. We held hands, we talked of Jodiette, and we prayed for her. Sweetness again. A fellow was walking through the lot and decided to join us. We made room and he favoured us with tender words for my dear wife.
Hawaii and London, Ontario … just places where the heart resides. And in a month of two, the same spirit will call my bathroom home.