I was teaching a workshop recently on the Seventh Chakra, Sahasrara, the Crown. This energy center, located at the crown of the skull, is associated with the element ether (space) and with the infinite, the invisible, the unnameable. It invites us to connect to the Divine, to Spirit or Source, to the part of us that remembers who and what we truly are. It calls us to meditate, pray, to practice silence.
I invited the students in Kripalu’s Forest Room on that quiet, snowy afternoon to repeat this phrase silently to themselves… “Grace is within me and all around me.” A woman raised her hand, “What do you mean by ‘grace’?” she asked. Hmmm. Being one who doesn’t use the word ‘God’ as freely as I have at other times in my life, I answered, “Well, Grace is the goodness of the universe. It’s seeing behind the curtain for a moment. It’s serendipity, awe, wonder.”
And from a part of her brain that contains all the important gem stones of childhood, she recited, as if the deepest cells of her body were speaking…”We. walk. sightless. among. miracles.” She had a vague memory that it was connected to her Jewish upbringing — this little piece of goodness lodged deep inside. I went searching for it later that day and found the source listed only as…
A Jewish Sabbath Prayer
Days pass and the years vanish, and we walk sightless among miracles. Lord, fill our eyes with seeing and our minds with knowing; let there be moments when Your Presence, like lightning, illumines the darkness in which we walk. Help us to see, wherever we gaze, that the bush burns unconsumed. And we, clay touched by God, will reach out for holiness, and exclaim in wonder: ‘How filled with awe is this place, and we did not know it!
I’m indescribably thankful for serendipitous moments such as this one that brought a mouthful of prayer to an anonymous woman’s lips on a snowy afternoon in the Forest Room. In fact, it’s moments like this that bring me the greatest sense of gratitude, of hope — the greatest sense of faith in something that I no longer call ‘God’ perhaps, but that I treasure beyond measure, all the same.
Invisible threads of connection — seen or felt or sensed — moments of Truth. Truth that reminds me that whatever the next days or years or centuries may hold, awe and wonder are a mere heartbeat away.