Sunday, February 28, 2021

Four Part Meditation (5 Minutes)

 



  1. Take a moment of gratitude - intentionally think about what you are thankful for in your life, in all areas.
  2. Life of loved ones - imagine a golden light surrounding them as they go about their day.
  3. Think about what success would look like for you today?  What does it feel like?  Visualize that feeling, that experience.
  4. Simply be present, be still - notice the rise and fall of the breath, sounds of the room or outdoors...just be present.

Saturday, February 27, 2021

Friday, February 26, 2021

The most difficult griefs....

 



THE SHELL
An open sandy shell
on the beach
empty but beautiful
like a memory
of a protected previous self.
The most difficult griefs,
ones in which
we slowly open
to a larger sea, a grander
sweep that washes
all our elements apart.
So strange the way
we are larger
in grief
than we imagined
we deserved or could claim
and when loss
floods into us
like the long darkness it is
and the old nurtured hope
is drowned again,
even stranger then
at the edge of the sea,
to feel the hand of the wind
laid on our shoulder,
reminding us
how death grants
a fierce and fallen freedom
away from the prison
of a constant
and continued presence,
how in the end
those who have left us
might no longer need us,
with all our tears
and our much needed
measures of loss
and that their own death
is as personal
and private
as that life of theirs
which you never really knew,
and another disturbing thing,
that exultation
is possible
without them.
And they for themselves
in fact
are glad to have let go
of all the stasis
and the enclosure
and the need for them to live
like some prisoner
that you only wanted
to remain incurious
and happy in your love,
never looking for the key,
never wanting to
turn the lock and walk
away
like the wind,
unneedful of you,
ungovernable,
unnamable,
free.

Thursday, February 25, 2021

Monday, February 22, 2021

All becoming has needed me....

 


Da neigt sich die Stunde und ruhrt mich an


The hour is striking so close above me,

so clear and sharp,

that all my senses ring with it.

I feel it now: there's a power in me

to grasp and give shape to my world.


I know that nothing has ever been real

without my beholding it.

All becoming has needed me.

My looking ripens things

and they come toward me, to meet and be met.


~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Saturday, February 20, 2021

I'll dance with you.....

 



"And I'll dance with you in Vienna,

I'll be wearing a river's disguise.

The hyacinth wild on my shoulder

my mouth on the dew of your thighs.

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,

with the photographs there and the moss.

And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,

my cheap violin and my cross."

~ Leonard Cohen


Thursday, February 18, 2021

We are held gently by the earth, yet crucified by our pain...





The blood line of God is connected to everything...

shells on the ocean shore, the mushrooms growing in the forest, 

the trees stretching to the clouds, the tiniest speck of snow in the winter, 

and our dust-to-dustness...

we are all created and tethered to this sacred gift of creation....


My Jesus

by Catherine Duclos

grecian white wall fall endlessly away

then return

spreading virginal folds of heat

undulating the length

of the freshly killed man

nailed to the wall


supple thighs lay limply together caressed

by razors of sun beating down 

upon the ebony carved body

glazed with ancient sweat


the lion maned head slips

softly to his chest

poised

in acquiescence

above the branches

of the tree

cut into arms

held firmly


by the crucifixion

of insistence



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