FORMING EDGE

                " To rest for a moment on the 

                  forming edge of our lives"

Stop for minute and contemplate that place.......

" the 

                  forming edge" .   

What is that?  It occurs to me that it is the moment just before something emerges.  Before it becomes clear, before it is born, before it has fully made manifest what it is, and what it is becoming.  Aren't we humans always on that ledge, just at the beginning of what we are becoming?

I think that we often are so caught up in the realities of our lives, those things that have come to pass, or are imposingly in our moments.  I think we forget that there is so much that is immeasurable, unformed like swirling dust, not yet formed into a dust devil of shape and motion and intention.... An edge,

a beginning of things,

a trip, 

a day,

a life,

and answer,   

a creation, 

an idea

a letter or a garden.

  









It doesn't really matter what thing is being formed, what I am after here is the acknowledgement that we are often, if not always on that lip, rim, edge of something being born, in us or around us or even because of us. When I think of this, it is like trying to discern the line of the horizon.  Where does the sky stop and the water/land begin?  Where does the forming edge live within us?  How does one rest there?   







It is a sweet spot.  I invite you to join me there in contemplation.  It is a wonderful place, full of all manner of delights.  It is pregnancy of the possible, and a portal to hope, that elusive and yet essential mind point that makes so many things possible.








Yes,    Allow yourself to.............." To rest for a moment on the 

                  forming edge of our lives"

These contemplations were the "forming edge" that occurred within me when I heard a talk that quoted the lyrics from a hymn.  I have included the complete text, which comes from the Unitarian Universalist Hymnal.

CALL TO WORSHIP (#435, Kathleen McTigue)

We come together this morning to remind one another

To rest for a moment on the forming edge of our lives,

To resist the headlong tumble into the next moment,

Until we claim for ourselves awareness and gratitude,

Taking the time to look into one another's faces

and see there communion:  the reflection of our own eyes.

This house of laughter and silence, memory and hope,

is hallowed by our presence together.

Blessings and have a wonderful moment for yourself, sitting at the heart of this contemplation.

Misty                  February 6th, 2015