But amidst the chaos and noise of thousands of people, the rhythms of city life, the cadence of feet, drums, birds beating the pulse of life, I was lead by a gentle soul, another seeker of peace and beauty - to a refuge of exquisite beauty and calm. The Water Gardens at the Convention Center.
Here among the unlikely surroundings is a quiet sanctuary- built of rock, stone, trees, and water, beauty created to soften the often hostile landscape of the inner-city and hustle and bustle of daily life.
Different areas for reflection, quiet, renewal invite the wandering soul to
let go of the inner knots and tensions. To resonate with the hum of insects, rushing of water, uneven texture of rock and concrete, and cool breeze through the trees.
To spend time with another, sharing stories, thoughts, soul, indeed a sanctuary for a restless and bruised heart- a reminder of the goodness and beauty of creation and created.
To discover a friend, hope and peace - in a place frantic with the need to organize, legislate and order our life together.
To simply step out of the chaos and connect to what is real and true, that is the blessing of beauty, of being, of wandering about.
So as I prepare to return to my usual place of wandering, I will carry this special sanctuary of friendship and space along, to recall and delight in when the tensions and knots bind up my heart. And perhaps I will find another place to wander, to reconnect with the beauty of God's good creation- and rest awhile.
an insight that bubbled up one night sharing another quiet evening with a friend and some amazing ice cream,... it fits into the mood of this piece.....
Life is sensual and elemental- we eat and drink of life, not only to nourish our bodies, but to satisfy our souls. We savor the flavors of bitter as the offset to sweet. Inhale the aromas of stench to remember the essence of hope. We touch the rough and damaged, to seek to repair and restore wholeness. We see the horror and suffering to reflect beauty and compassion. Each is not full without the other, and we are not complete without others to share the sacrament of life- savor, inhale, touch, see- the wounds and scars, the hopes and dreams of the people of all creation.