A haze lay upon the conjoined waters of the Sacramento and San Joaquin Rivers. Hidden from view, the Carquinez Strait (http://www.ebparks.org/parks/carquinez) in the distance, I turned my gaze back to the peaks of the Diablo range and thought of the ancient psalmist who sang, “I will lift up my eyes unto the hills, from whence comes my help,” (Psalm 121). I think of this passage as a statement of his personal spiritual experience. I too have felt as if angels swooped in over a cleft in the rocks, from out of a mottled gray, late autumn sky, like God, literally rushing out to meet you in the middle of the air. Even when I don’t feel their presence, I try to remember they are there.
The spirit helpers or angels bring joy from the heart of God. From my place of weakness and struggle, I sense the strength of it flowing into me, as I learn and understand the law of my being, how to go about the integration of ego-self with spirit, incorporating the elements of a total self, not leaving anything behind, not climbing out of an old skin, but finding the new wiggle room, getting more comfortable in the old one, using the power of my wounds, learning to love one another, to value our families and friends more.
The call of a red tail hawk enters my meditations as it roosts in a nearby tree. Then the sound of flapping wings as it leaves the perch to fly further up the hill, calling out a few more times until quiet returns. He’s settled somewhere, to peruse the blue oak forest and meadow below. The woods, silent again; the still calm of the fall season resumes. Joy comes and also peace for a time. We wait for winter rain to ease the drought in California.
I wish you all Merry Christmas and Joy and Goodwill for all women, children, and men. Let us find strength to accomplish the projects of Peace and Joy throughout the coming New Year.
To explore this mountain in the East Bay, see trails: http://www.everytrail.com/best/hiking-mount-diablo-state-park