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April, 2003
Contents Items with links can be viewed online or downloaded in a printable PDF version. To use the PDF version you must have Adobe Acrobat Reader which can be downloaded absolutely free from this website. | editorial | | creative encounters | | sacred spaces | | youth | | practically speaking | | focus on the interreligious movement | | in review | | poetry | | prayers and meditation | |
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meditation on a fallen tree
Jim Kenney Coming on a neat stack of logs in the forest with the shared ring signature of a single tree, I wonder what brought this little giant down. A storm perhaps, or some tiny beetling thing? Was the chain saw a mercy or did greed play a role? Now already the damp earth humus smell and softening wood invite new tenants that would not have made a home in the living tree. And a new cycle begins I nod to the single blue herald of the forest's next day, remembering that the old Latin word for nodding in recognition, greeting or awe is numen. A fallen tree, a brash new flowering, a numinous moment. The holiness, wholeness of death and rebirth. |
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