Daily Meds: 1/25/2012
I never was much
of a deer hunter. I didn’t necessarily enjoy taking the life of another
sentient being. My dad took me with him when I was a boy and, as we hiked out
in the autumn air, I reveled at the raw beauty, the fresh air smells of the
forest, the feel of a rifle in my hands… the whole scene… walking stealthily,
careful of each step, and most of all, sitting at a stand… a place above a
known game crossing… breathing the crisp fall air… listening so intensely that
my heart-beat seemed so loud it can be heard for miles…. waiting for that
moment… that brief flash of a white tail or glimpse of a flank… rifle at ready…
aim!
I don’t hunt deer
these days at all but the way I meditate is a similar experience to hunting. I
sit quietly. What am I waiting for? Why am I so silent? Why am I stilling my
mind? What am I focusing on?
The Song of
Solomon says it best: “My beloved is like
a roe or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at
the window, showing himself through the lattice…”
Ever elusive is
this conscious contact with God to me. It is a hunt that requires quietude. It
requires that I am still and alert… an awakened being. Enlightenment is only
the beginning of the quest. It is the first step and not the end… the flash of
a white tail or glimpse of a flank. It is the awakening
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