Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Walking to school this morning just at dawn, four grazing deer almost hidden by mist in the Oak Meadow. I had stopped there to read from F. Lynne Bachleda's Canticles of the Earth, a collection of meditations drawn from a variety of faith traditions. She was kind enough to include several selections from my writing. This one -- from Skeptics and True Believers -- seemed appropriate to the moment: "It is the nature of God to reside in mystery -- ineluctable, inexhaustible mystery. We do not need to understand the cabala of mathematical physics to apprehend the mysterium tremendum. We need only look out the window."