These are the words my Buddhist teacher used recently to name the times we are in.
Times that call for our clearest vision and most compassionate presence - for ourselves and all we meet in the world. Times for serious, roll-up-our sleeves activity – inner and outer. All hands on deck. There's work to be done!
So imagine my surprise when a couple of days later the word re-enchantment pops up in my morning writing practice.
How and why does re-enchantment spin its way into my thoughts and on to paper in times of such pressing need and great suffering? Enchantment is about spell-binding, charming, bewitching. Wizardry and incantation. What's that got to do with divine urgency?
These days I am listening more and more closely to my intuitive, curious, subconscious self. So even if re-enchantment doesn't fit my idea of divine urgency, I take it seriously. I take time. I reflect.
And I realize.
Re-enchantment is about magic. It points a way to becoming more fully alive. It offers heart and nourishment for journeying through such perilous times.
The Indo-European root of enchant is to sing. I feel lifted and expanded just by the thought of it.
And the re of re-enchantment? It means we don't have to start from scratch. We have lived lives of enchantment before. We have sung before. And we need only rediscover and rekindle moments of enchantment, magic and song into our lives, to become re-enchanted.
There could be no better time than this to begin re-enchanting, re-singing our lives. Resurrecting and reconnecting with the daily wonders and magical moments of simply being alive. Experiencing and giving voice more fully to our lives in these times of divine urgency. Re-connecting with our inner selves and those all around us while we step into the challenges awaiting us all.
So Let's Begin:
Remembering. Resurrecting enchantments from our past.
Moments of magic. Aliveness. Looking to our past, recalling and rekindling expansive feelings from childhood.
the enthralling magical days of galloping my pretend horses on my mesa,
the wonders of skittering tadpoles in mud puddles after winter storms,
finding the Big Dipper in the immense star-studded skies of night
Aha-ing. Opening to moments of enchantment now.
Looking for “Aha! Pauses” throughout the day.
For me, noticing and taking in
the friendly smiling eyes of a stranger
morning mists rising after a heavy rain
sweet smells of freshly mown grass
the bumbling hum of bees
Singing. Whistling, humming and chanting our way into the re-enchantment of our lives.
As a little girl I remember people often would whistle, hum or sing through their daily lives. Puttering in the garden, whipping up batter for a cake, washing the dishes. There was the ice man singing as he trudged up the stairs to our apartment to deliver a block of ice for the icebox. The neighbor humming homeward after a day of work in the city. Mr. Brady, the gas station owner whistling away as he washed our car windows. And there was Joe, the Italian janitor at my elementary school. Singing. Sometimes out of sadness. Other times with full hearted joy. These were times of singing.
These days I'm in to old-timey songs. Songs like:
Sixteen Tons - ...And what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store.
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah - ... zip-a-dee-ay, My, oh my, what a wonderful day, Plenty of sunshine headin' my way, Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Erie Canal - I have a mule and her name is Sal, sixteen miles on the Erie canal.....
Side-by Side - Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money, maybe we're ragged and funny, but we travel along, singing a song, side by side.
So, let's re-enchant our world.
Journeying together while remembering, aha-ing, and singing our way through very uncertain times.
Divine Urgency invites us to do so. . . . to re-enchant our lives and sing a new world into being.