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November 19th, 2009

In 2000 I wrote a series of thoughts and meditations on Awen – which is a Druidic term for creative energy. Over the coming days I will post them up here.

Awen is chanted out loud or intoned silently within the soul, and is made up of three sounds: Ah-oo-en. The Ah sound opens you to life, evokes joy and purpose, radiates power and creativity. The oo sound expands, continues, and disseminates the energy and power you have opened to, allowing it to blossom. The enn sound completes the process, creates the boundary, the containment, and both grounds and gives birth to all that the previous two sounds have inspired and generated.

Learning how to be open to Awen is like learning how to open a window. It requires nothing more than just leaning forwards, lifting the catch, and opening the window wide. Then the wind and the sunshine, the fresh air, the rain, the birdsong that comes drifting in – all these things – do the work. And you just settle back and let go, and allow the wind to blow through you, the sunshine to flood through you. To open to Awen, all you have to do is stand your ground and get out of the way.

‘Nature’ by Emerson

November 19th, 2009

Emerson’s ‘Nature’, published anonymously in 1836, helped to initiate the nature-loving Transcendentalist Movement, sometimes called New England Transcendentalism. Here are some excerpts:

Nuinn's Wood

To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.   …

Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years.

In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God. …

Emerson, ‘Nature’