Tuesday, May 11, 2010
coming home
I have a sense, that , I am not to follow, anything or anyone who does not bring me life and questions that move my heart to a deeper thought where I can connect to others. This world, with it's money is everything attitude, where faster is better is going to take us to the edge of life and not in a good way, in a way where we find ourselves saying,"where are we and how did I get here?" Leave the herd behind at times, touch your soul and feel if you want to be where you are.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
In these times when countries seem to waste away, and civility along with it, it can be a wondrous thing to stop and take in beauty. Whether it be a persons face seen as if for the first time, or a peaceful country scene full of trees and life.
Take for instance a friend seen from far off, after years of disappearence, coming again to say hello, the heart knows the truth, we have never been seperated, just the illusion of it.
Yesterday as I was working, a woman sternly told me to fill a bowl back up, and then instructed me to clean the table the bowl was on. At first I was indignent, then hours after I see she is stuggling like many, and wants to be taken care of, maybe not with the samples but with a heart to listen.
So compassion even in retrospect can be beneficial for all, myself and for all like her. May we all be blessed.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Next
" Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greeness?
This is a quote written by George Herbert.
I was thinkng about this on this beautiful sunny morning. I know for me that my heart has at times been bent over in a shape it should not be able to be, I think I will not make it. I kept telling myself if I can hold on just a bit longer the worst would be over, and sure enough, I listened to my heart, stronger than one would think it be, felt like i was swimming straight up under water, gasping for air, I reach the surface, take a deep breath and yell to the gods above with a joy that one has after being at the edge and coming back to life.
I write for all of us who suffer and walk again into the day to see.......what's next?
This is a quote written by George Herbert.
I was thinkng about this on this beautiful sunny morning. I know for me that my heart has at times been bent over in a shape it should not be able to be, I think I will not make it. I kept telling myself if I can hold on just a bit longer the worst would be over, and sure enough, I listened to my heart, stronger than one would think it be, felt like i was swimming straight up under water, gasping for air, I reach the surface, take a deep breath and yell to the gods above with a joy that one has after being at the edge and coming back to life.
I write for all of us who suffer and walk again into the day to see.......what's next?
Monday, May 3, 2010
Tightrope
As I was sitting in meditation this morning the vision of Karl Wallenda kept popping up. I was curious, one scene had him on the rope between the World Trade Center towers another one performing with his family doing the famous human pyramid. I was wondering what the person on the top of the pyramid was feeling like. Were they nervous, confident,relaxed? Then I wondered if we/me feel like that at any given moment. The knowledge that the whole thing could collapse and there is nothing I could do about it. Which I think is the way life is anyways, it can all change in a moment and we can do nothing at all to change the event.
I also had the picture of when Karl fell from the wire in Miami, he crashed onto a car and was dead. I recall he was something like 80 years old when that happened, he died doing what he loved.
There are so many moments in one life that we do not even see until later in out years, maybe it is better that way, maybe I would be overwhelmed if I got it with it in the moment, all the ramifications of any event, from meeting a new friend, to taking a step towards one dream, take the step anyways!
I also had the picture of when Karl fell from the wire in Miami, he crashed onto a car and was dead. I recall he was something like 80 years old when that happened, he died doing what he loved.
There are so many moments in one life that we do not even see until later in out years, maybe it is better that way, maybe I would be overwhelmed if I got it with it in the moment, all the ramifications of any event, from meeting a new friend, to taking a step towards one dream, take the step anyways!
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