Line Dancing at Waltz Tempo
There I am number 26 in line with only one light bulb in hand to purchase and someone doing a return at one register and the rest of us in a queue waiting.
I can feel the urges of frustration rising up within me and I contemplate giving up and coming back, but I have already used the gas to get this errand completed and spent my time. No, I just must wait my turn. I double check my list and note that this is the last item and I can return home and finish my cleaning before company arrives.
I start thinking about the Essene. I had not given them much thought since I wrote about them in school and found them fascinating; comparing them to the Transcendentalist movement of Emerson, Thoreau and my favorite sisters in Little Women.
The Essene were a spiritual community from about 2000 years ago who were dedicated to preserving the ancient teachings and to preparing the way for the new age of Pisces, when Christ energy would flood the world. They lived in simple harmony with nature, ate communally, and shared everything that they had or gained with each other. They followed practices which enhanced the wisdom of their inner voices. Danaan Parry writes in his Essene Book of Days 1983, “Their spiritual practices allowed them to absorb and channel the vibrations and healing powers of the plants, the sun, and the four elements of earth, air, fire, and water, for their own nourishment and for the healing of the earth itself.”
John the Baptist was an Essene Master and he spent 20 years teaching Jesus the traditions and the rituals of this group. The writings of the Essene were discovered well preserved with the discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls (1948, Qumran).
This was a group of people who were masters in waiting and preparation. They were documented ecologists and agriculturists. They built sustainable communities and they learned all that they could from their ancient teachings, writings and from the wisdom of their inner voices. There was a task or a ritual to perform each of the seven days of the week and these changed during the eight sub-seasons of the solar year.
Cleanliness was important for the body as well as the environment. Healing and learning were taught as fine art forms. The earth and the air were sacred as was light. There were few if any distractions to keep one from hearing their inner wisdom and the repetition of the meditations allowed the energies of each season to become an integral part of daily life.
I needed this light bulb to free the inside of my house from the darkness of the winter pattern. I needed this light to make welcome my guests and to be able to see to prepare the foods that would nourish us and help us learn the lessons of our traditions and find the visions of our future. I took a deep breath and let my eyes rest on the floor a few feet beyond me and I said a small prayer of thanksgiving for knowing about the Essene and their wisdom. I released a sigh and the frustration flowed out of me.
How fortunate I am to be standing with this light – Joy to this little light of mine!
I am preparing for the feast of learning and I need to be able to hear my inner wisdom. My lesson is waiting and doing that with grace.
What are your lessons in waiting? In preparation? What guest are you most looking forward to their arrival? What rituals are most important for you to perform and practice?
I look forward to hearing what you share…