An old man sleeping in the evening train,
Archive for April, 2008
I cupped my hands over both ears
took a long, slow, deep breath in and out
again and again
until my breath was like a series of waves
and I washed up on the shores
of my own inner landscape
each wave of breath brought more
fragments of myself to the shoreline
I gazed into the broken places and
I saw grief comfort fear
I saw compassion laying on hands with envy
I saw hope reaching out to despair
now I could see where the separate places came together
to make the whole
and the whole was yet another fragment
of a greater whole
and I lay there
letting the waves
all my unbroken places.
What was in that candle’s light
that opened and consumed me so quickly?
Come back, my friend! The form of our love
is not a created form.
Nothing can help me but that beauty.
There was a dawn I remember
when my soul heard something
from your soul. I drank water
from your spring and felt
the current take me.
Seek something in every segment of every day
that brings forth within you the feeling of love.
LOOK FOR REASONS TO LOVE.
Abraham-Hicks, March 1, 1991, Austin, TX
Doesn’t that just say it all? I mean, totally and
completely all? How much can I love today and
what can I flow love to? And me flowing love with
my little light gives a twinkle to your little light, even
if you are the tree outside my yard, the plant in my
house I’m about to water. You light up with me lighting
up. Everything lights up when I flow love to it.
How much do I love that? How much do I love to love?
I can’t even begin to count the ways because they are
never ending, each NEW day brings something more
That’s it, that’s all I ever needed to know!
overlooking the river, you
are brushing my hair, brushing
and brushing my long wet hair,
your brushing a caress,
your own private prayer
and then the tangle, the tug — “I’m
sorry,” you say, and I tell you
“Start at the bottom, brush
from the bottom up,” you have never
been taught to do this
you with your long thick hair
long since childhood, your mother
who picked up a bottle instead of a brush
tangling her memories in her daughter’s
hair, I pick up the brush
show you now on your own tangled hair,
a diversion so you cannot
see my face — messages never sent
from mother to daughter, I send them
now, send the most tender
memories I have of my own childhood,
evening of hair brushed softly,
rolled into socks before bedtime, creating
curls like the ones I brush now,
slowly, methodically, I brush these memories
into your own hair, I brush
my own prayer into
your long dark hair,
brushing safe, brushing home.
Some Very Soft Days
I went to church today. The Church of the Great Blue Herons.
Now I know why Washington state has the lowest church attendance.
Why go lock yourself in a building and call it church when you
can go outside and experience church. As in: Be the church.
Did I tell you how much I love living here? No, I don’t love
rain all the time but you never take the sun for granted when
you live here. Never, ever.
So at the Church of the Great Blue Herons and they don’t call
them great for nothin’…these birds are huge, I saw over 50
Great Blue Heron nests and so many Great Blue Herons in one
afternoon, more than I’ve seen in a lifetime.
Off in a stone throws distance, high atop another tall cottonwood:
one solitary bald eagle’s nest. Normally, the two birds and their
nests are not compatible but apparently in the Church of the Great
Blue Herons anything is possible.
Whew, I’m a believer!
In case you want to go to church, too, it’s located at the Black
River Riparian Forest right here in my hometown of Renton, WA.
Good morning everyone,
The world is busy with spring.
Now there is so much to notice.
The field by the pond with the
single dandelion, is now the
field by the pond with many
So much to take in, so much beauty.
Yesterday was a good day to renew that tan.
I’m still peeling from the cruise especially
on my arms.
Issie is almost done with her first menstrual
cycle. Who knew how much a female dog
could bleed?! Now I know. My beautiful
comforter doubled as a kotex pad. Thank
Universe for hydrogen peroxide. Thank
google for the 15 minute rinse remedy when
one is over exposed to hydrogen peroxide.
Ah life, isn’t it just so damn good to be alive.
Aren’t you just so blatantly happy you came
forth to be in this body? Don’t you just want to
shine love on everything?
Apparently we do just that. We emit little photons
of light, every living thing does AND this is the best
part: our little lights work in concert with each other.
Yes, this little light of mine, I AM going to let it shine.
And I can see all of you gorgeous souls twinkling out
This world is awash in twinkles.
I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
I love this quote from Mark Twain about taking risks.
I have one more quote on fear and risk taking. This
one comes out of Martha Beck’s: Finding Your Own
North Star. This is an excellent book by the way. I
highly recommend it.
“…the difference between success and failure
isn’t the absence of fear but the determination
to pursue your heart’s desires no matter how
scared you are.”
If there is something you have been wanting to
do but have let fear stand in your way, may you
find the courage to pursue it anyway.
Finish each day and be done with it.
You have done what you could. Some
blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in;
forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow
is a new day; begin it well and serenely and
with too high a spirit to be encumbered with
your old nonsense.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Love that Ralph Waldo Emerson. Blunders and
absurdities, yes, I had some of that yesterday.
And now he asks that I forget about them AND
he calls it ‘old nonsense’! Is he kidding or what?
There’s a whole novels worth of story making I can
make around those blunders and absurdities :)
I used EFT yesterday to get beyond feeling sad
and bad about those blunders and absurdities.
It’s a lifesaver, this EFT. I wonder: what did
Emerson do without it? Well, no matter I don’t
have to do without it. It is the best therapeutic
tool I have come across.
And now, yes I can begin my day anew.