Stunned into stillness I could not even bow. The sunrise, like a tsunami, burst through the curtains as I greeted the day. Immediately James Taylor’s song “Fire and Rain” flooded my brain…”I’ve seen fire and rain.” But the song is of loss. This…..
I have always treasured this image. Two weathered hands holding each other. Broken from their trunks. Nature’s cycles wearing them smooth and erasing their original color. Holding hands.
As I write, I am six days from completing a two and a half year journey of school……
When and If…the attachments of dissatisfaction. When I get bigger, older, have more money then I will be [insert the desire]. If this or that then I will be [insert the desire]. My eyes drawn to the beauty of the flower unfolded. The…..
I could not capture the yellow colors and streamers I saw. Perhaps that was the whisper. The brief moment of sun piercing the cloud quilt was too bright. A beckoning beacon created from the dissolution of details. Sweet sweet…..
The writer of the post described a horrific day. His meditation practice apparently was failing and he was stuck. I pondered his despair, and admittedly my own, as I face challenges whose outcomes I do not know. As I pondered, I found myself slipping into stillness and without intention I silently chanted “OM.” Slowly the pondering and my own restlessness quieted. As both calmed I noticed, after all these years, that it was the closing of my lips as the…..
I was reading Thich Nhat Hahn’s words this morning of transforming the past. But are we not told we cannot undo the past? The past is transformed by how we respond to it in this moment, the present, now. That thread led me to ponder…..
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