I dream of an
older woman. She is holding a ball of clay in her hands, pressing and molding it with her
fingers. She reveals that working clay helps her prepare for creativity.
Preparing for creativity arouses thoughts of the
Creator. The Creator's gift was not a one-time blessing of that initial molding called
Genesis, but is an ongoing, abundant outflowing at this and every moment. My personal
awareness is one window through which the Creator experiences the world. My own actions,
although molded by this force, are a local agent of this creation. When I pause to
acknowledge the presence and companionship of the Creator, I feel grateful. The Creator's
blessing perfectly balances the burden of individual responsibility I carry in that
relationship. A shared burden can be carried lightly, with joy. Praise creation!
This meditation upon creativity and companionship
with the Creator is but one of the blossoms sprouting on my sacred tree as I contemplate
the book, Mayan Cosmos: Three Thousand Years on the Shaman's Path (William Morrow). The
authors, David Freidel and Linda Schele, are respected Mayan archaeologists at competing
univesities in Texas. Their previously acclaimed book A Forest of Kings: The Untold Story
of the Ancient Maya presented the many secrets of Mayan history that were revealed with
the recent breakthroughs in deciphering the enigmatic glyphs. Mayan Cosmos continues the
revelations, presenting the Mayan spiritual philosophy and lifestyle.
There are so many congruences between Mayan
mythology and the Christian faith that these two spiritually inspired civilizations were
destined to meet. The Mayan recognizes in the Christian cross, for example, the secret of
death and rebirth. That cross is the Mayan world tree, uniting heaven and earth, and
providing passage between them. The common image of Jesus' exposed heart simultaneously
dripping with blood while blossoming in a bouquet of flowers mirrors the Mayan perception
of the sacrifice mutually required and offered between God and humanity.
I dream that I have decaptitated myself. I am
looking in the mirror, marveling at how I can see with no head.
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