Epiphany

An epiphany is... An appearance or manifestation of a deity -- God showing up out of nowhere.

A sudden, intuitive perception or insight into reality or the essential meaning of something usually initiated by some simple, commonplace occurrence -- something seemingly ordinary happens and then... pow!... you're never the same again.

A day -- January 6, 1929 - when Mother Teresa, a young compassionate nurse answers "a call," arrives in Calcutta to begin her work among India's poorest people.

A time when Magi, lovers of the stars, people whose wisdom consisted in their willingness to search, to follow their longings as far as they would lead them... Magi were led, known and found and given a light to pursue... the outsiders made their way in to show the insiders who and how to worship... they surrendered their careful thinking, fell on their knees, poured out extravagance and in the deep silence knew what could never be understood.

Epiphany is an opportunity for you, a searcher, my dear one, to rediscover the revelation that you are to this world... ordinary and magical... a chance to share the rarest, finest prize -- insert name here... to open the gift of the silent present... and See.

Sight and Silence, Randy

The Palomino Stallion -- Alden Nowlan

Though the barn is so warm
that the oats in his manger,
the straw in his bed
seem to give off smoke —

though the wind is so cold,
the snow in the pasture
so deep he'd fall down
and freeze in an hour —

the eleven-month-old palomino stallion
has gone almost crazy
fighting and pleading
to be let out.

Lioness

I found the perfect picture for my desktop. For the longest time it had been a brightly lit shot of a stream trickling through a snowy forest. I kept losing the icons among the frosted twine of twigs. It was at first rather soothing, an invitation to peace. But after a while I found that spring running contrary to so much transpiring.

But this one right here... She's a beauty looking out over the muted horizon... a vision of waiting, hunger, contentment, natural equanimity? It is one of those black and whites that is in no way black or white and all of it so soft and unassuming, the vast African prairie bone-dry-field far as far away... brushed near and drab and seamless in sky and cloud and sunray, soft as her fur, soft and nondescript enough to be real.

Whether at peace or starving, at rest or aching to the core, facing dawn or days ending, the approaching light of East, surrendered to the West, I do not know. Nor does she.

Alive as the indiscernible hum that animates the screen, she lives silently in front of me, a lioness.

For now, ready to pounce in the next moment or pine on for another 1000 years, stalking or stalked, shot sharp to the marrow of a vital kill or soothed to stay long again and still, for now this one will do... this creature, this vision, that is, until, until...