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“You could probably boil all your suffering down to this:
‘I want to control this moment but I cannot!!!’”

“So much of our suffering comes down to fear of loss of control, a resistance to chaos, a desperation for a new order in the midst of a storm.”

” ‘DO NOT SEEK OUTSIDE OF YOURSELF FOR HAPPINESS’, the storm bellows. You will suffer until you realize this, and then you will suffer every time you forget it, and so suffering is a meditation bell in a storm, part of life’s ingenious invitation.”

“Suffering – when you don’t run away from it, numb yourself to it, or deny it – will always bring you face to face with the fact that what you are cannot ever be defined, divided, or destroyed.”

“Suffering is nothing more or less than resistance to the present moment, the pushing-away of its inevitable suchness, a botched attempt to control or escape the Now…”

“You don’t need to be the peaceful one, the awakened one, the strong one, the highly evolved one, the one immune to suffering. All are false limitations on your limitless nature. Simply be what you are, not ‘this’ one or ‘that’ one, but The One, the space for all of it.”

“It’s about coming alive. It’s about waking up to grace. It’s about unconditional friendliness and infinite kindness to yourself. It’s about making it safe, finally safe for all of those unloved, un-met, unseen waves of the ocean of yourself to crawl out of the depths, out of the darkness, out of the corners and holes and crevices of experience and come into the light, blinking and full of wonder.”

These quotes are all from Jeff Foster.  They were beautifully compiled (and more) by Nic Higham.  You can visit Nic here and Jeff Foster here.

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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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Life

Today

My life is mirrored in

A morning glory

~Moritake~
Japanese Death Poems: Written by Zen Monks
and Haiku Poets on the Verge of Death

Such a short and simple little poem, yet when I read it, I gasped at how strikingly it landed in my heart.

One would hope that we don’t have to be on the verge of death to really “get” this at our deepest level.  I’ll include another poem today that I wrote awhile back, inspired by the words of Thomas Merton.

“This day will not come again.” ~ Thomas Merton


First blush of morning erupts
Songbirds usher in fresh beginnings

* * *

This day shall not come again

* * *

Summer afternoon arrives on the tuft of a breeze
Expectant sunflowers bow their ample heads

* * *

This day shall not come again

* * *

Evening huddles in city streets and forests
Day surrenders to the gentle hush of another night

* * *

This, too, shall not come again

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“This day will not come again.” ~ Thomas Merton


First blush of morning erupts
Songbirds usher in fresh beginnings

* * *

This day shall not come again

* * *

Summer afternoon arrives on the tuft of a breeze
Expectant sunflowers bow their ample heads

* * *

This day shall not come again

* * *

Evening huddles in city streets and forests
Day surrenders to the gentle hush of another night

* * *

This, too, shall not come again


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