Tuesday, 30 August 2016

Hiking and Meditation

Being in the outdoors and connecting with nature is something that we are made for. The exercise, the fresh air, the beautiful wildlife and landscape has the God given potential to open up the mind and free the soul. Over the last number of years, hiking and being in nature has taken on for me a more intentional spiritual practice. I’ve been spending more time in nature as a means of getting out of my busy, overcrowded, tiny mind, and connecting with the freedom, beauty and spaciousness of creation.

Last fall I was on a solo overnight backpacking hike on a section of the East Coast Trail. On the hike out of the wilderness, I met two men working on the trail, members of the East Coast Trail Association. We got to talking, I told them I was an Anglican Priest, and that they should consider taking me on as “chaplain for the trail.” One of the men thought there might be something to that idea, and invited me to apply to become a hike leader for the Association. With that, I applied, went through the orientation process, and led my first group hike in August as a “Nature and Spirituality” hike.

So many people live their lives trapped in the cage of their unrelenting and limited thinking minds. There are even those who hit the trail and enter into nature hoping to experience more inner freedom, only to carry all of their mind noise and distraction with them on the trail. Therefore the intention of the nature and spirituality hike was to enter into nature with simple presence and appreciation as a means of opening up our busy and complex minds. The beautiful landscape helped us to become forgetful of self and, through encounter with nature, connected us to the larger Life that pulses through all of creation.


The hike began with some direction on how we might want to consider combining meditation and hiking. The 20 participants could linger and do their own looking and listening and experiencing at their own pace during the first leg of the hike, all of which was done in silence. At the half way point, and before eating lunch, the invitation was made to reflect upon and share something of how we experienced and connected with nature. The return leg of the hike was at a more normal pace together as a group, in silence, but with more open minds and a greater sense of simple presence.  Hiking straight through on the return leg was also an opportunity to practice mindfulness in focusing on each step and each breath we take. Again at the end of this portion of the hike, the group shared something of their own inner experience. All participants fully enjoyed and got something refreshing out this nature and spirituality hike. Creation is in us and all around us, inviting us to connect and to become whole. All we have to do is to step in!

Sunday, 28 August 2016

Solitude in a fierce landscape

Alone
along the coast.

Darkness
descends.

The fog
draws close
as the sea
beats
against the shore.

The horn
in the distance
warns
lost
seafarers.

A gentle
rain
invites
retreat
to shelter
and
surrender
to the
magnificent
symphony
of the
ocean's
music,

in the
solitude
of a
fierce
landscape.

Sunday, 15 May 2016

This Nothern Island

The cold wind
blows
in May.

The spirit
yearns
to rise,

as the heavy sky
weighs
it down.

The restless mind
dreams
of a warmer land.

New buds
lining
the bare trees,

new growth
straining
up through the cold earth,

offers a measure of
joy
on this northern island.

Friday, 29 April 2016

Beaumont Hamel: Memorial of Hope

In this 100th Anniversary year of the Battle of the Somme, Valerie and I have had the privilege of visiting Beaumont Hamel Memorial Park in Northern France. In the battle for Beaumont Hamel, and because of the horrible losses to the regiment, communities and families of the small island and nation of Newfoundland in 1916, the identity of a people was forged. “Beaumont Hamel” is etched in the collective memory of every Newfoundlander.
When Valerie and I walked into the fields of Beaumont Hamel, it felt like home. It felt like we, as Newfoundlanders, were part of that place.
The iconic Caribou memorial and the Salt Box style interpretation centre certainly affirmed what we were feeling in our hearts. But looking out unto the trenches, battle field and cemetery, the warm feeling of home was chilled by the memory of the brutal realities of war. Standing near the famous “Danger Tree,” a landmark where the regiment was ordered to gather, the war cemetery loomed in the distance.
We read the names of many of the fallen Newfoundlander’s aloud as we prayerfully moved over that holy ground. And as we did, we had a great sense of being at one with the Newfoundlanders who lost their lives. At one with them in the one Life that is God. These are our dead. This is our land. This is our memorial. Yet as walking prayerfully around this beautiful and at the same time haunting memorial park, I was called to remember the German men who lost their lives there. At the far end of the memorial park, there is also a Scottish memorial for their fallen on that field and who eventually won the small plot of land. As I walked and sat and reflected (the bronze cast at the entrance to the park reads “Tread softly here! Go reverently and slow”), I had an expanding sense of the tragedy and senseless loss of life in war. And I had an expanding sense of being at one with not only the Newfoundlanders who lost their lives, but also with the Germans, the Scotts, and all who lost their lives at Beaumont Hamel. Much has changed in the world since 1916, yet the call to identify with the union of all souls and respect for all of life remains. Beaumont Hamel is our enduring memorial to that hope. 











































Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Easter Love

Holy One
you call us to more.

Jesus suffers
and opens the way

to more union
with you.

From that place
of unitive life

my truest self
is without sin

my truest self
is worthy

and at one with Life.

From this calm depth
may the new creation
that I am

rise

and transform
my entire life

until I am only


Love.

Wednesday, 16 March 2016

Suffering Jesus

Suffering Jesus,
you offer yourself
on the cross

to set us free
from slavery
to sin,

to set us free
from the illusion
of being separate from God.

You gave your life
to reveal to us
that there is only
one life
one flow
that all share in.

It cannot be taken from us.

It is who we are.
It is what we are.

Suffering Jesus,
you offer yourself
on the cross

only to rise again,
the first fruit
of true life.

Saturday, 12 March 2016

Drop the rock

         
             Who are you
            to judge another.

      You look on with distain
         a rock in your hand
         ready to condemn
         ready to sentence.

                Stoning!

                  Stone
               the woman.
                  Stone
               the sinner.
                  Stone
             all the sinners.
                  Stone
     all those who make mistakes.

                  Stone
                yourself.

                  If not,

             drop the rock!