"The natural world itself is our primary language as it is our primary scripture, our primary awakening to the mysteries of existence. We might well put all our written scriptures on the shelf for twenty years until we learn what we are being told by unmediated experience of the world about us”.
~ Thomas Berry ~
I was no closer yesterday than I was two years ago to being able to read and understand what was underfoot. I could only just manage to stand and marvel at the generous beauty.
Perhaps it was this droplet of humility, not even trying to comprehend the glowing calligraphies, that kept Han Shan the tattered recluse, from appearing out of nowhere to manhandle, thump, and berate me for my brutish ignorance.
More likely - he has given up on me altogether.
“Mary” - Paulist Center - Boston
"Holy Mary, Mother of God, help the helpless, strengthen the fearful, comfort the sorrowful, bring justice to the poor and peace to all nations."
Walking around downtown today, I was looking for a quiet place to say a rosary for a friend and maybe attend a mass. I busted in on the Paulists.
I love the Paulists. They have such big hearts. I could tell you stories… As an example - the Paulist Fathers are hosting a Muslim community’s weekly Friday prayers. The community has been temporarily displaced because of the construction at the Cathedral Church of St Paul where they have held their Friday Prayers since 2000.
I still remembered most of the words to the mass with the exception of the new stuff that Rome came up with “…and also with your spirit..” and something about roofs..(??) etc.. So that was, I’m sure, a bit jarring for the folks sitting next to me as I rattled off the old words..
It was lovely to be in their spare sanctuary once again.
I’m glad they’re still in Boston..
Back in May of this year, Least Terns were courting, mating, and nesting at the COTGWW. Parts of Tern courtship are remarkably similar to human courtship. The male makes a big display of plucking fingerlings from the sea and then standing next to his lady love trying to look all manly and providerly..
The males fly out over the shallows until they see a school of fish, then they hover in place about 10 meters up for a few moments. When they’re ready they wheel over and head straight down into the water, wings tucked behind them. When they emerge from the water with a fish, they talk up their achievement all the way back to the beach where their future sweetheart stands.
Invariably she is non-plussed by the male’s dramatics, but over time is won over by his persistence.. and the species continues..
The picture above was chosen to be in American Bird Conservancy magazine’s fall edition. It’s a full page image at the beginning of a great article on Least Terns. The American Bird Conservancy is "is the Western Hemisphere's bird conservation specialist, committed to achieving results for birds throughout the Americas."
I’m so happy to have an image included in this gorgeous magazine and to support the mission of bird conservation.