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Thomas Merton wrote “Therefore there is only one problem on which all my existence, my peace and my happiness depend: to discover myself in discovering [the Divine]. Rumi wrote “You could be moving in a great circuit without wings, nourished without eating, sovereign without a…..
The morning sun danced with my window prism and gifted a rainbow in the palm of my hand. Like a child I laughed and squirmed playing with the rainbow in my grasp. The gift so brief measured in time. But when the day’s disappointments met…..
The cries of children are like a flute with so many notes depending on the breath and carved holes covered and uncovered. The first cry of a new born the note of celebration. The cry of hunger that draws milk from the mother’s breast. The heartbreaking cry…..
The whisper…May the speed of the day, the beating of my heart, the vigilance of my body, the fluttering joys and sadness be stilled and frozen. And in the stillness of speed suspended and surrendered, I…..
A morning early dawn walk, the air like fall, so crisp and clean. A fish jumped to say hello, two ducks and heron bid my dog and I good morning. The rising sun’s palette spilled and sprinkled gold upon the still dark trees……
A restless restless night. I could not get to sleep. Needed to be up early. I confess I became frustrated. I had done everything to wind down the evening down gently. A long walk during the day to honor the body. Sweet meditations throughout the…..
The match holding the light becomes the same darkness the light dispels. Within the light the darkness is held. To hold with sweet gentleness any and all darkness and behold the matchstick igniting the light.
Returned to the morning’s reading as I prepared to go outside and bid goodnight to the moon. I’m often amazed at the constancy of her path and light each night. Some nights it is humbling as I reflect upon an ever so not constant day. I bid…..
I watched the dust swirl in the yards and even eclipsing the mountains at times. My little dog added to the wind dust as she stopped running and began pawing the ground like a bull about to charge. The wind tugged and pulled on a neighbor’s flag…..
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…..
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