Category: sacred earth
Where are we among the happenings in the world?
By Sharon St Joan
We do not need to drown in the sorrows of the world – or be angry – or disconsolate.

We can take a walk in the woods.
At this time in our world, it may be possible, as always, to be aware of the universal transcendent presence of peace, beauty, grace, courage, dignity.
It may not be possible for us at this precise moment – if we have just experienced a personal tragedy – or witnessed the profound pain of others.
But, unless this is, for you, one of those profoundly tragic moments in life (though often even then) – then it is still possible today to be aware that – beyond the horrors of this world – beyond the blood-soaked terrors of the news on TV – beyond our own personal pain that may sometimes come by for an uninvited visit –– it may still be possible, no matter what feelings we are caught up in – to encounter a moment of profound transcendence – profound peace.
There may yet be a startling moment when we are aware of the Presence of God. These days, we are supposed to call God something else – the “Universe”, for example – as if God were embarrassed to be called God.
Mostly, we have a choice – if we prefer not to be bothered with God, that’s just fine. There are many other things we can read instead of this.
On the other hand, there are those among us who cannot avoid glimpsing the profound beauty of the universe. This vision comes upon us maybe unexpectedly – a glimpse of the splendor of the night sky or the grace of a deer running through the forest. Or the sense that we have never been without the Friend who has aways been there with us.
Especially in nature it is very hard to be unaware of the profound beauty all around us — the delicate lace of the tree branches. The glow of the petals of the sunset. The sound of the little stream rushing by.
It is hard not to sense the overwhelming power of eternity, of love, of the infinite – not to be aware of the intense presence of Grace.
So, when wild birds sing to you, when the snow sparkles in the arctic cold, when an invisible Presence walks with you – you are blessed. The ultimate reality is the presence of God.
© Copyright, Sharon St Joan, 2023
Ask yourself a question – What is meaning?

Now-a-days we are taught that only the physical level exists. If someone mentions heaven or angels or (God forbid!) God – Himself or Herself, they are met with a condescending smile and a bit of a smirk (poor thing, they obviously have no education at all – imagine believing in all those silly things!)
There are still some Christians and some other believers of one sort and another (and some of those too are fairly toxic in their condescension and definitely to be avoided).
There are even a few people who talk about “the Universe” – as something vague and amorphous, rather like God – but one wouldn’t want to get caught actually talking to this Universe – after all that would be childish.
This transformation in society – which is particularly overwhelming in western society – has become really much more apparent within the last twenty years or so. It was there before – especially among those “well-educated” – even among those from other parts of the world – especially those who traveled to the west – to Europe or the U.S. — to become the beneficiaries of “Western Education.”
This atheism goes along with the rise of science and modern technology. Instead of worshipping the moon – as our very distant ancestors used to do, we build great spaceships that travel to the moon. This is considered a tremendous advance – astounding progress.
Instead of worshipping trees, mountains, hills, rivers – as our distant ancestors used to do – we “manage the wilderness” trying (some of us) ever so painfully to preserve something of the natural world, even as we, as a society, poison the earth with carbon dioxide and all manner of pollution. We carefully measure our carbon dioxide footprint and calculate our honorable intentions. Meanwhile governments, armies, and big tech industries pollute to their heart’s content – smiling and proclaiming to all who would listen, their very, very sincere efforts to protect the earth and all its “resources.”
This state of affairs goes hand in hand with this being the age of science and technology.
Scientists and other very, very wise people discuss at length the meaning of “consciousness.” Psychiatrists diagnose and prescribe drugs for all manner of human behavior. A pill will change your child’s behavior – and it does – never mind the long-term cost.
But look at how very far advanced we are. Now we are civilized. We torture people quietly, only beyond closed doors. We are so very humane. We destroy cities, quietly – beyond the headlines. Our warfare isn’t brutal at all – not like those long-ago atrocious times of our ancestors. Now we kill and maim people quietly – we pay for other people to do our torture for us. We complain that they are too cruel and inhumane – as we finance their armies.
But back to the point. We now, as a society, see only the physical level of existence – nothing more. We see no heaven, no hell, no spirits, no angels, no God, no Divine Presence, no Eternity, no karma, no dharma, no purpose – no spiritual level or awareness of other levels beyond the purely physical.
Now ask yourself a question: Have you ever seen a miracle? – maybe an illness, declared irreversible by a doctor—simply disappear with no apparent explanation? Have you ever heard the phone ring and known who was calling you? Have you ever had a premonition of something about to happen? Have you ever felt a presence in the room with you – maybe your grandmother who passed away? Have you ever been visited in a dream by a beloved pet who died and felt that you were really and truly visited and blessed by their presence? Have you ever been saved, inexplicably, from a very dangerous situation – or had a prayer answered?
Have you ever felt an invisible presence guiding you, protecting you, inspiring you?
Science, of course, would tell us, that all those things are simply our imagination – nothing more.
What about the beauty of nature? Have you ever looked at a sunset and found it so overpoweringly beautiful that it took your breath away? Was that just a meaningless coincidence – a trick of light and shadow – and colors appearing by chance – devoid of any meaning?
What about the meaning of meaning? Does your life have a meaning? Do events have a meaning? Does the beauty of a flower have a meaning? Or the distant hills in the sunrise? Or the life of a butterfly? Or the kind words of a friend?
What does meaning mean? Some of us struggle dutifully, in obedience to some apparently required unwritten law to try to efface all meaning altogether. After all, we must adhere conscientiously to the principle that only the physical reality exists. And if only the physical exists, then what can meaning mean? We are left trying to accept the principle of a meaningless universe – improbable though it seems.
And if there is actually a meaning, then what? Then there is more than purely physical reality. That is just simply logical, since a meaning is just not a physical thing. It just isn’t – you can’t stretch or twist or turn it into a physical thing – it just isn’t.
Meaning is meaning – and whatever the meaning may be – it transcends the physical. It is on another level, and that means – uncomfortable as it may be – that there is more than just the physical level. There is more than the material plane.
This opens the door to the universes of ancient knowledge taught and perceived by our distant ancestors – by ancient peoples – even shamans and wise people – healers and seers – those ancient ones who taught wisdom that we have long forgotten.
It opens the door to magic, to miracles, to wisdom, love, perception – to truth, to knowledge – to worlds upon worlds of beauty, of the divine, of the mysterious and the magnificent – the doors of perception – to the infinite perception of beauty – to art, to poetry, to mystical realities and awareness – to levels and universes we can scarcely imagine.
We are called from quite near and from quite far beyond. We can listen and respond if we wish.
© Copyright, Sharon St Joan 2023
Bells

An odd
Turn taken,
And now the road goes by beside
Burned cities all forsaken
And the ashes of fields are crumpled into dust.
The canyon wrens
No longer fly near here
And their guiding spirits
Seem to have no wings,
A numinous cloud blocks
The lunar rays from shining
While the moon forgets her phases, just
As the sun
Is lost, setting in the cave by the sea,
When the tide
Has turned out of sight
Yet beyond the time still gone,
The dragonfly flits
Anew through rainbowed fountains;
The light of heaven sings
High on the shimmering
Branches of the holy mountains
Beyond the impenetrable night
Of hidden majesty.
“Abhaya mudra”
“Fear not” – but only follow
Ganesha,
Always wise,
With eyes
Of emerald light.
Go,
Where the black-chinned hummingbirds fly,
That host
of angels,
Who stay
Unwavering, steady on their way
Brave in the bright
Wind of dawn
Above the sea crashing long
On the rocks
Where all begins, again and yet again
Within the bells
Of Shiva,
Far along
The wave-bent coast,
In the still-sung, rising song
Of the Holy One.
In the mists of the bells of Shiva,
in the winds of the song and
The ringing of the seas.
© Copyright Sharon St Joan, 2023
Shani

Returning
To the land of drifting snow –
So
Many angels.
Black ravens circle
Above
The treetop,
Glinting green.
Dawn
Stars discern
A faint pathway
To river banks unseen.
Only divinity remains,
Only angels and singing bells,
In the gentle rains
Of spring.
Rocks washed, in the rolling
Dance
Of the unstoppable swells
Of the sea;
Tree shadows fade against the sky.
There is no one,
No one at all.
The tangles of time are all undone.
Only the lingering glance
Of eons sliding by,
Only the halo
Of the sacred night,
Only the peace of Eternity,
Only the startling snow,
Only the song of the swan
Has slipped away
Into the gray
Clouds of the pillars of the night,
Where the moon might
Sing,
The white-crowned sparrow
Hop,
And the magpie don
Her white robes, worn
In celebration
When the cosmic journey leads on and on
Through calming mists
Over miles of snow forests.
The one who waited to kill
The soul
No longer glimmers,
But is gone,
Into the night-waves of shadow.
Faded,
The bitter song – of illusion – was never sung –
The notes were never played,
But fell instead into the yawning gap of the abyss,
So the autumn leaves never cascaded
On to the burned embers of time, unborn
With the final hiss
Of the raindrop.
Now, at last, only
The brave, undaunted raven rises
Whose eyes
Glisten wise
In the snow-radiant dark.
Only the real one,
Who soars aloft, ever higher
Over the juniper tree.
Shani,
The first one,
The only one,
The God of myth
Who sparkles fire
As the bright
Truth
Of being,
Riding on the swift ark
Of the moon-crowned night.
© Copyright Sharon St Joan, 2023
The Hawaiian Islands — Jet Eliot

Aloha! Let’s hop on a virtual plane and cruise to Hawaii for a tropical visit to a few major islands. Hawaii has approximately 137 islands, many of which are very small. There are eight major islands and we’re going to frolic on the four most commonly visited ones. We are 2,000 miles (3,200 km) west […]
The Hawaiian Islands — Jet Eliot
Only the white owl

It is only the white owl
From her tall
Pine
Spire
Who
Might see the pinecone grow
And who
Still remembers
Even now, the snow
Drifting across the misted moon
After the embers
Of centuries
Of dark fire.
It was only
A while ago
Among the gold cliffs
That black ravens sounded their raucous calls
Of wisdom-woven prophecies,
They who brought the end of time, at last,
This time that has drawn to its close,
And now the single petal of the rose
Falls.
There glimmer
Within the universe of beings, the silent
Springing feet of the herd of deer
Bounding ever higher,
Ever fast,
On their journey
Across the snow.
Soon,
In the beginning,
The gold face of the setting sun
Will appear
Through silver sheets of rain that shimmer,
While, in the wandering whiffs
Of bitter smoke, will sound the cries
Of yesteryear,
That linger, still heard, echoing among the far cliffs,
The spirit of days
Gone
By.
Now hills swept with snow
Travel farther back to
The land of mists and magic, flown.
There
The wings of butterflies
Unfold in the dawn,
In the beginning
That knows still the ancient ways
And there along the shore that goes to nowhere
The brave one
Walks on alone
In the far country,
The soul of courage,
Portender of knowledge.
The howl
Of the wolf, ascendant,
Will mark
The moment
When the moon
Rises over fields of stars, when Hanuman, hero
Of the earth and the skies,
In the beginning and the ending,
Brings clouds of peace that shine
Transcendent
Through the living fire of the distant dark.
© Copyright Sharon St Joan, 2023
The Beauty of sleet

Sleet falls in a sharp angle across the sky. The ground in just a few moments is covered in white – white that highlights the deep shadows of mystery within the waving sage brush.
The sleet turns to snow and rain. There is thunder too, deep, far away. Huge snowflakes billow down. The sage brush bounces, buffeted by the wind. This is the beauty of the universe.
If I were outside repairing the electric lines, or even just trying to get my car going — I would be saying, “Oh, what nasty weather!”
Somewhere the electricity repair person is hard at work, and for him or her, it is truly very nasty weather.
Inside, I am grateful for electricity and warmth and for the freedom to watch the beauty of the earth – where all is One – the falling snow, the rhythm of the seasons. And all is eternity – each snowflake and the ravens that fly bravely in the wind.
© Copyright Sharon St Joan, 2022
Alberta in Color~ —

Fall is falling in ethereal Alberta. The Larch Trees, are turning glorious gold. It snowed last night, dusting the mountains with powder. You can just see Jim here on the trail of gold! Soon the larches will drop their needles and winter will arrive. I have been surprised by wifi reception, but tomorrow we head […]
Alberta in Color~ —
A course of action

A course of action. If you wish to help the earth, you might do the following: Listen to a tree – or talk to a tree. If there is not tree immediately available, it could be a cloud, a rock, a bird – any aspect of the world of nature. Spend half an hour a day – or five minutes – or whatever time you have.
How will this help the earth? This will work because the basic problem which is destroying the planet we live on – is the alienation of us, as human beings, from the world of nature. Because we focus on our human interests and wishes (and sometimes genuine urgent situations that cannot be avoided), we have become alienated from nature. (When there is a real crisis that requires your attention, then come back to focusing on the tree whenever you are able to.)
In this way we will be getting back in contact with nature – and in our own way building a little bridge to connect with nature. This may be the most effective and most direct way to transform our relationship as human beings with the planet earth. And in so doing, we will be laying the groundwork for the transformation that is required. It will also have a healing effect on us – and on the tree too. And on those around us – like a pebble that lands on the water of a lake and ripples in all directions. Like the butterfly that you may have heard about who changed the course of world history by a single motion of his wings.
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© Copyright Sharon St Joan, 2022