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In the rhythm of late afternoon I came this Christmas day to all that is holy to me.

Here, where there is no “dead of winter”.

Here, forest so teeming with life, it sprouts up tiny green, fresh and new through a carpet of dead leaves.

It takes root, births light, sustenance, and flows in ever widening rivulets down the mountainside.

I flow along … a happy wanderer … led by grace.

Happy Holidays Everyone, from my neck of the woods to yours…

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Knowing

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I continue to read “Talking with Nature/Journey into Nature” by Michael Roads. Again, I’ll quote from him below.  This passage is about doubt and faith.

I highly recommend this book for all those who have a deep connection with nature.  He channels the wisdom of nature throughout this book, although he never labels it that.  This passage is from his talk with a river one day:

“Doubt is the part of your mind which fights to retain control.  Doubt seeks to speculate and, from speculation, to walk a known path.

You cannot do this and enter a higher conscious awareness.  There is no room for doubt, no place for doubt to express its fear.  …Faith knows not, nor seeks to know, for in faith this moment is complete.

The path of faith is a journey beyond time, space, or dimensional limitations.

The mind may not go ahead seeking to make the way known.  Instead, the mind is controlled, neither by leash nor techniques, but by the faith of this moment’s “knowing”.

Please understand.  Known is the past, while “knowing” is only of this moment, the eternal “now”.

Can you accept a challenge of this magnitude?”

To be sure, he’s not writing of the faith that “knows” a specific outcome for whatever it is that our heart desires.  The river holds no doubt or fears that it will spill over its banks one day, or dry up and become parched, cracked earth.  No … the river, the trees, the flowers, the clouds, and on and on, live in this sacred, grace-filled moment.  Fear, vulnerability, the need for safety and specific outcomes don’t exist here.  To live, to die, to be re-born in all its many shapes and flavors, is to always be an expression of All That Is.  Faith is to relax and soften into this infinite circle of knowing.

When in doubt, be with a tree, or a stream or anything that lives in the fluidity of this immeasurable moment.

 

 

 

 

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A dear friend of mine recommended a book she was reading – “Talking with Nature ~ Journey into Nature”. Of course I love all things about nature and ordered it, expecting it to be about, well … nature.

It arrived in the mail today. I randomly opened it to one page, read a few sentences and felt the truth of it at such a deep level, tears welled up. I opened to another page, and thought: wow! Another page, and I uttered to myself – holy sh*t! Here I am folding laundry trying to simultaneously hold the book open and do the tasks at hand, that’s how excited I was to dive into it.

So I decided to begin from the beginning. And again, a few pages in, I cried again. Trust and letting go are such easy concepts to banter about, yet when everything we hold dear in the world is on the line, not so easy after all.

So I’ll quote you a bit from the first few pages and let’s see where it goes. I’m sure there will be much more to quote from down the road.

“Let go and fall into the river.
Let the river of life sweep you beyond all aid from old and worn concepts.
I will support you.
Trust me.
As you swim from an old consciousness, blind to higher realities beyond your physical world, trust that I will guide you with care and love into a new stream of consciousness.
I will open a new world before you.
Can you trust me enough to let go of the known, and swim in an unknown current?”
Talking with Nature ~ Journey into Nature by Michael J. Roads

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A bug climbs on a stalk of grain near Kumanovo

There is not a flower that opens,

not a seed that falls into the ground,

and not an ear of wheat

that nods on the end of its stalk in the wind

that does not preach and proclaim

the greatness and the mercy of God to the whole world.

~Thomas Merton~

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raindrops

heavy your skies labored today

rain
hail
rain
hail again
and snow

sights and sounds that left me
breathless at my window

deep sunset now and I am
swept in crimson and coral

raindrops hang like glass ornaments
look closely and I am happily lost

deep inside your world.

©heartsdeesire

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“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”  Albert Einstein

“The most ordinary of things can easily turn extraordinary, making us wonder if, perhaps, the extraordinary is hidden in the ordinary always, just waiting to be discovered.”  Jeff Foster

The wisdom of two people a few generations apart, both articulating similar viewpoints … leading me back here on the subject of grace again…

Spring is about to pop across this great nation.  I look forward to spending time with a single green leaf.  It has pores and veins just like we do!  I love how the newness of spring buds begins in the soft, lucent green of a newborn leaf, and matures in a few weeks to it’s bigger, deeper self.  

These are moments that have saved me.  They are times when life’s situations, the problems, my thoughts, worries, fears, judgments … all fall away … and I find myself melding into the here-ness of the moment.  It is, truly, all that is.  

And this, ah, yes … this is my saving grace.

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Yes, I’ve gone and done it again.  Another found poem.  This time instead of contrasting two poets together, I have taken one poet: Mary Oliver and pulled pieces from 8 different poems to bring together a brand new poem.  I’ve taken no more than two to four lines from each poem.  Each verse is from a different poem and in a few cases a pronoun has been changed.  After this found poem, I cite the poems that were used to create it.


Every morning I walk softly and with forward glances
down to the ponds and through the pinewoods.

I have gone every day to the same woods,
not waiting, exactly, just lingering.

I have thought sometimes that
something – I can’t name it –
watches as I walk

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”

Later, lying half-asleep under
the blankets, I watch
while the doe, glittering with rain, steps
under the wet slabs of the pines

These are the woods I love,
where the secret name
of every death is life again – a miracle

Someday I’ll live in the sky.
Meanwhile the house of my life is this green world.

In the book of the earth it is written:
nothing can die.

~Mary Oliver~

One
The Place I Want to Get Back To
Beans
When I Am Among the Trees
Clapp’s Pond
Skunk Cabbage
Boundaries
Ghosts

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I am a student of the woods,

daughter of the earth

My clocks are set to the rhythm of the wind

I dwell in the currents of love

My inheritance is the wisdom of the skies

And … I want for naught

©heartsdeesire

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The earth is my new employer.  My job now is to look for the signs of Spring.
And no, I’m not going to tell you that it’s a tough job but somebody’s gotta do it.

I’ve been asked just to notice and this is what I observed:

here the green grass awake from its dormancy
and in need of a trim

here the heather bushes: bright pink, lilac and
creamy white eruptions of color

there the rhodies, blossoms contained in tight buds
not even hinting yet at their spring finery

and finally
a single
yellow
dandelion
in a field
by a pond

whispering
the promise
of another season
and a new beginning.

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The Trees

I was reading Mary Oliver poems last night from her book entitled “Evidence”.  It’s been awhile since I’ve posted her poetry.  She is such a beautiful voice for expressing her passion around life, living and nature.  I think it’s fitting then to conclude this month that heralded Spring’s arrival, with a handful of selections from Mary Oliver.

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The Trees

Do you think of them as decoration?

Think again.

Here are maples, flashing.
And here are the oaks, holding on all winter
to their dry leaves.
And here are the pines, that will never fail,
until death, the instruction to be green.
And here are the willows, the first
to pronounce a new year.

May I invite you to revise your thoughts about them?
Oh, Lord, how we are all for invention and
advancement!
But I think
it would do us good if we would think about
these brothers and sisters, quietly and deeply.

The trees, the trees, just holding on
to the old, holy ways.

~Mary Oliver~
Evidence: Poems by Mary Oliver

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