Dolphins and waiting

Dolphins and Waiting

“So God created the great sea monsters and every living creature that moves, of every kind, with which the waters swarm.”—Genesis 1:21.

I wake up too late to see the sun-rising spectacle on the Gulf of Mexico, but it is still quiet, with only the blue heron, pelicans, and seagulls stirring about. A lone “Share the Beach” sea turtle volunteer now arrives with her stethoscope to monitor the walled-off clutch of turtle eggs immediately in front of our condominium. A second turtle volunteer in a green shirt comes from a different direction. They are conferencing. They think tonight may be the night.

I simply want to sit. Something keeps me from checking my email or reviewing my prepared morning sermon one more time. I simply wait. Something tells me to wait for more.

There are no words to describe what soon happens. A white fishing boat motors, then pauses, then cruises by on the horizon. On either side, in front and behind the boat, are at least five or six dolphins swimming, jumping out of the water beside the boat! My instinct is to yell to the fishermen to turn off their motors. I don’t want the dolphins to get caught in an engine.

Are these dolphins being trained for some aquarium? They follow so closely. The fishermen don’t seem to observe the dolphins. This must be old hat to them. I don’t see them throwing fish to entice the dolphins to follow the boat. Instead, the cruiser turns around, and the dolphins follow, pursuing the vessel until it is out of sight.

The sighting was brief, but revealed something I had never considered before. So, I Google “why dolphins follow boats.” This may not be a common occurrence, but it was new to me. It is called “bow riding,” when dolphins surf in the waves created by boats, and “wake riding,” when dolphins swim along and surf in the waves created by the back of boats. Google cannot explain it, but suggests the dolphins are merely playing and enjoying the surf. What a novel idea. Nature affirms our need to play.

Later at church, I talk to our old friend Chan, who knows all about the sea. She thinks the fishing boat probably was a shrimp trawler, and that after gathering the shrimp, the fishermen throw the rest of the sea’s treasure back. So it becomes a feast for dolphins. Dolphins have learned instinctively to follow these boats and wait for the catch of the day. So, the dolphin show could have been related to food rather than fun—but could it be both?

That evening at sunset, I sit again in silence. I keep thinking about how I was instinctively able to sit by the sea and wait and watch for the dolphins that morning, instead of getting caught up in the agenda for the day. Synchronicity, serendipity: the occurrence of events that appear significantly related. I don’t know if my expectancy was related to the dolphin spectacle that unfolded, but I am staying open, especially to more sitting, waiting, and watching by the sea.

Joanna. https://www.joannaseibert.com/

 

                    

 

Turning It Over

Turning It Over

“I abandon all that I think I am, all that I hope to be, all that I believe I possess. I let go of the past, I withdraw my grasping hand from the future, and in the great silence of this moment, I alertly rest my soul.”—Howard Thurman in Deep Is the Hunger (Friends United Press, 1978).

The first line of this quote, “I abandon all that I think I am,” reminds me of the exchange of rings in the liturgy of the celebration of a marriage. “N, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the Name of God.” (The Book of Common Prayer, p. 317).

Thurman goes even further than the vow at the exchange of rings. This prayer now turns over to God all we think we are, all we might hope to be, and all we imagine we possess: our past, present, and future. So then, in the moment’s silence, the result is that we mindfully rest into our soul, united to the God within us, and find that peace that words cannot describe.

This is freedom. I am no longer in charge. Doing the next right thing, but not worrying about the results. We strive to be the person God created us to be, not the person others may call us to be. Discerning and then doing what we think God calls us uniquely to do. We hope to find direction through spiritual practices and inner work as we live faithfully in community.

But those old tapes of trying to be perfect, with no mistakes for ourselves or others, keep creeping in like shadows in the night. Living in community can keep these voices at bay. We share our triumphs and our mistakes with others who do the same. Finally, we realize that sharing our love in community is more important than all our attempts at perfection and being right.

We learn these secrets much later than we wish we had discerned them. Listening. Listening to other people’s stories. Then, at the right time, we tell our own story. We are learning to forgive others and forgive ourselves—being always grateful. Becoming a servant leader.

This is the life of surrender.

  Joanna    https://www.joannaseibert.com/

 

 

 

 

Photography as a Spiritual Practice: A Symbol of Hope

Photography as Spiritual Practice – A Symbol of Hope

Guest writer: Eve Turek

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” – Henry David Thoreau

On a recent fall morning, burdened by all the trouble I saw and felt, close to home and far away, I sat with my journal and wrote these words:

“With all that is going on, going wrong, in the world, how and where do we find HOPE? As a photographer, I often seek an image to help answer that question or point to a pathway when I seek direction for my soul’s daily journey. How do we not lose heart? How do we continue to seek joy or peace or love, compassion or understanding when confronted by circumstances that seem to mock any of these as pipe dreams, impossible to achieve or sustain? Where shall I go? Lord, I do ask for an image of HOPE. I ask that. I need Hope now, Lord; we all do. We need some symbol, something to hold on to. Light in the dark. Please, that. I am asking for that.”

Then my analytical, photographer’s brain took over, trying to visualize what sort of image I could make, hearkening back to photos I had made before, like a dolphin leaping out of the waves or a shooting star flaming toward Earth from the heavens above. Either could seem symbolic of the hope I found elusive. I so quickly forgot I had asked the Lord of the Universe, the Great-Creator, for His symbol.

In the late afternoon, the glass ornaments I have hanging in my western-facing living room windows, as much to prevent bird strikes as to provide beauty to the room, often cast dots of rainbow color on the rug. But the day after I penned my morning request, I saw something I had never seen before, something I could not explain and had no frame of reference to pre-visualize. Suddenly, what looked like the shape of a large hand making the “peace sign” flashed in vibrant rainbow hues onto the carpet at my feet. I grabbed my phone and took a quick photo before the pattern changed and faded. I still cannot fathom what combination of sun angle and what particular ornament could have created the momentary pattern.

As I looked down at the floor where I walked, I immediately remembered Thoreau’s quote as well as familiar affirmations from Scripture:

“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace…” (Isa 52:7; Rom 10:15)

“…having your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace…” (Eph. 6:15)

I remembered that the One Isaiah proclaimed as the Prince of Peace told His disciples, and tells us today, “Blessed are the Peacemakers.”

As I ponder how best to live out my own daily life, bolstered by and infused with the peace that passes (or as I like to think, outruns) understanding, I find Hope that the God of Peace is with us, both as companion and guide, as we seek paths of peace to walk in.

Eve Turek

Grace Chapter Daughters of the King at Saint Mark’s Episcopal Church will lead a prayer vigil on All Saints Day, November 1, 2023, for peace in Israel/ Palestine. The chapel at Saint Mark’s will be open for prayers from 8:30 after Morning Prayer to 5 p.m. before the 12-step Eucharist. People are invited to attend the All Saints Eucharist at noon outdoors at the stone altar in the Columbarium, weather permitting, or 5:30 p.m. Eucharist, and to pray in the chapel during the day, invoking all the saints to help us pray for peace in Israel/Palestine. Prayers for peace will be available in the chapel.

Joanna Seibert https://www.joannaseibert.com/