The question asked today in Sabbath Moment was from Joseph Campbell. It asks me “where is your bliss station?” I don’t really know who Joseph Campbell is, nor do I really comprehend some of the rest of what is on the page from him. I do know Terry Hershey, I do know he has a plethora of deeply provoking words and ideas that stream forth from Sabbath Moment. Today is another one of those gushing, tumbling streams of deeply moving thoughts brought forth from this small, simple question.
Bliss. A nice, sort of fairy-tale kind of word. Bliss. Maybe it is a soft sort of thought, maybe it is a view that touches souls, or maybe it is the soul touching the view. There is a songstress whose name is Bliss, she sings of peace, love and freedom. She sings of how those three things touch our souls so deep the soul must pull towards them.
Bliss. What is my bliss station? Softly quiet, gentle sound of splashing water, green vistas for sure. But more than that I think. It is watching the squirrels reconnoiter the bird feeder in my back yard, discussing with shoves and chatters the hierarchy that should be associated with it. It is watching my Pepper carefully pick his way across the same back yard through the too tall grass in the cool of the early morning. He walks so gently on the earth as he strolls the yard. It is blue skies after days and days of thundering rain. It is vivid pink roses joyously opening up to the kiss of sunshine on their soft petals. It is Yuri’s sweet face as he looks up at me with such love and trust in his eyes.
Bliss stations. For me it is the connection, the open circuit to life right outside of my reach. It is the knowing that reaching out to it will bring the reaching out to me of that life. It is the discovery of the person I truly am, the one that has been waiting for the quiet, soothing, opening of the soul’s window.
Bliss is the open window…