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Summer – a Time Outside of Time

 

 

 

 

Summer time…. a time outside of time, a time for resting in nature, reveling in the unique beauty of this place we call home, renewing our souls, and remembering Who’s we are. 

Did you notice the full moon grow ever brighter?  Did you watch the fog move slowly under the Golden Gate bridge and over the  Peninsula ridge, and move across the Bay? Did you see how the violet poppies open in the morning and close at dusk?  

In the quiet beauty of such noticing, I give thanks to the small still voice within each one of us, “that makes us lie down in green pastures, that leads us besides the pools of still water, and restores our souls”.

I wish many such moments for you!! 

Baptism of the Rain

It certainly is a rainy start to 2017, isn’t it? 

It’s a wonderful opportunity to relax, focus our energies within. 

I invite you to simply listen to the rains, reminding us of not only nature’s resiliency, but our own. 

This Sunday, very much related to this theme of living waters, we will be renewing our baptismal vows. I will have a strange and beautiful story to share with you about a baptismal experience I had in Point Reyes this past week. 

I am sharing with you some photos from this trip, and a poem about the rains by Mary Oliver. 

May the rains renew your souls this week.

Blessings, Pastor Laurie 

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

In Search of Pokemon

By David G.

My teenager is one of the 7.5 million people who have downloaded the app for the week-old “Pokemon Go” game and are wandering around landmarks, businesses, parks and city streets with their smartphones to find digital creatures and score points.  It blends real time maps through Google with digital magic to make little creatures pop up on the screen, as if they are actually at that spot.    

For the past two days, my teen has been like an eager prospector in search of gold.  At times, it reminds me more of chasing leprechauns and their pot of loot.   

They are everywhere — and I mean EVERYWHERE.  One was in my kitchen. In the car.  By a synagogue.  A fountain.  The Saxophone House.

Then my teen told me there were Pokemon at Lake Temescal, my favorite walking spot.

lake reflections trees from David GSo at sunrise this morning, I went for a jog around the lake.  I tried to imagine where these digital bogeymen were lurking.  I looked around as I listened to the pounding rhythm of my feet on the trail.  The first rays of morning sun lit the tops of the trees along the far bank.  It was a peaceful, quiet world; a sacred time.  

Instead of Growlithe, I found a green heron lurking along the waterline.  A fine mist glided silently across the surface of the lake like the Spirit moving on the waters, without a sign of Voltorb.  I heard the sweet trill of a Wilson’s warbler, the call of a night heron, and the complicated melody of a song sparrow.  There was no evidence of Nidoran, but I breathed in the tangled scents of moist earth, bay leaves and redwood.  On the physical and spiritual level, God’s handiwork was everywhere.  I saw it all.  

I didn’t need an app for that.