Let Me Walk In Beauty

O Great Spirit,
whose voice I hear in the winds
and whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me,
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.

Let me walk in beauty
and let my eyes ever behold the  red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears grow sharp to hear your voice.

Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lesson you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength not to be greater than my brother or sister
but to fight my greatest enemy, myself.
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes
so when life fades as the fading sunset
my spirit may come to you without shame.
– Chief Yellow Lark

This is one of my favourite passages/invocations/prayers I found through the work of Eknath Easwaran. Whatever you want to call it, this passage speaks truth. It is often difficult to fight internal insecurities to find your place in the world and the direction needed to see the  beauty of life. Sometimes we need to ask for help. Some folks would  probably ask their friends or family for advice. “What should I do?!” For me, a lot of those people to whom I would turn to for advice would respond to my question with another question.  “What saint or sage has not experienced difficulties or insecurities that he or she must overcome?  What do the teachers say?”

As I get back to writing more I hope to keep Chief Yellow Lark’s words at the front of my mind. I don’t really have much excuse for not writing these past weeks. I had a pretty bad cold a wee while ago and I think it took a toll on my creativity. But that’s not really it. What really happened was that I let my guard down long enough so that all those feelings of inadequacy filtered back in at an alarming rate and I felt too bogged down to write.

“Why do you feel the need to write? It’s not like anyone reads this anyway. What could you possibly say that would change anyone’s mind on anything? No one cares what your opinion is. You’re going to go so off topic from your mission statement that no one will ever come back to read anything you ever say ever again. You’re chaotic, disheveled, foolish. You’re a fool. Why can’t you write cohesively?! It’s better if you just stop trying and save everyone the trouble of having to pretend to listen to what you have to say. You’re exhausting.”

These are just some of the things that were swirling in my head.  I feel foolish always having to recollect myself, I should have myself put together enough to write about things that interest me.  But it’s never that simple.  In the short time that I have been writing, this is one of the lessons I learned through the blog. I’m learning to take my own advice and sometimes if we fall of the path and we need to get back on it, acknowledge our mistake and choose to overcome it through some sort of mindful reaffirmation.

The other point of this blog, perhaps the  point,  is to search out ways  to reconnect to the Spiritual in what often appear to be the most mundane of tasks,  eating being chief among those tasks upon which I choose to focus. But to  reconnect our spirituality with our eating we need to first establish and recognise that everything in this world is sacred and as stewards of the earth we take what we need and replenish what we take.

Let me walk in beauty
and let my eyes ever behold the  red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears grow sharp to hear your voice.

Writing about these things is really exciting for me, but I need your help on where to take it.

I seek strength not to be greater than my brother or sister
but to fight my greatest enemy, myself.

What inspires you to get up and move? What replenishes the energy you need to overcome hard tasks?