This
morning I ate a perfect peach, soft-skinned rose and gold, juicy,
fragrant. In the delight of the moment,
I found myself giving thanks for the grower, picker, shipper, and purveyor of
the peach and praying: may they be well, may they have plenty, may they feel
satisfaction in their work, may they know peace.
The prayer's Buddhist phrases rose
in my heart unplanned, a sign I devoutly hope shows I'm growing in my
understanding of Spirit. In the past I
might only have thought, "Thank you, God, for this beautiful
fruit." And such daily miracles do
come from the All-Good, the All-Loving God.
But seldom directly.
My spiritual search has shown that
the Holy Mystery often blesses me through other people---those who produced the
peach, who grew the tea I drank from a pottery mug made, shipped and sold by
others. We are connected in facile sound
bites by Smart Phones, Twitter and Facebook.
But we are more deeply linked in a holy, mysterious, far-reaching web of
interactions extending from the small place where we stand to the ever-expanding
space beyond the stars.
"Indra's Net" from the Rig Veda as described by Anne Adams
says:
There is an endless net of threads
throughout the universe...
At
every crossing of the threads there is an individual.
And
every individual is a crystal bead.
And
every crystal bead reflects
not
only the light from every
other
crystal in the net
but
also every other reflection
throughout
the universe.*
May
each and all be well.
May each and all have plenty.
May
each and all find meaning in work.
May each and
all know peace.
* Quoted in Turning to
One Another by Margaret J. Wheatley, Berrett-Koehler Publishers, 2002
Submitted by B. Griffin
