A Quick Thought: Some of What We Shared at Spirituality Hour This Week
Each week, spiritual seekers meet in small groups via Zoom with Rev. Chris to explore interfaith topics with one another. These Spirituality Hours have been meeting continually for several years now. Following each of these experiences, Rev. Chris sends out an email with a selection of what was shared with each group that week so group members may explore further on their own.
Here is a sample selection from one week recently.
The topic for the week was Heart Math. This is a spiritual practice where we learn to more closely align our hearts' capacity for love with our minds' capacity for thought. The practice allows us to increase our resilience and strengthen our ability to meet life gently but head-on. These brief video selections are examples of how to engage with heart math:
And as promised, here are the lyrics to Last Night of Stars:
Last Night of Stars
by Don Macdonald
A child lies in her bed at night staring out of her high-rise window at a view obscured by a thick haze, her bedroom flooded with sounds from the city. One child such as this may be the voice that brings about the changes needed to remedy our relationship with the planet.
Last night of stars,
shroud is descending.
Black is invading
canvas and frame.
Sweet child of twilight
in your nest made of iron,
come out from the shadows.
It is time for our passing and your dawning.
Take this next breath with me,
fill the night with your melody.
Starlight dimmed and shuttered moon,
sing them all aglow. All aglow at last.
Last night of stars, dark shroud descending.
Black is invading canvas and frame.
Last child of Autumn,
last child before the storm.
Restless tides of fear may drown us,
you must rise to meet them.
Take this next breath with me.
Fill the night with your melody.
Sirens shrill and rumbles deep,
sing them all to silence.
Silence at last.
Last day of whispers,
silenced by tremors.
Songs in the distance are thundered,
then mute.
Child of twilight
in your nest made of iron,
come out from the shadows.
It is time, sing it all to silence.
Poetry and Song written an arranged by Don Macdonald