abundant joy

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she teaches

in her simple way

to see how accessible it is

and to grab it

when it nibbles:

abundant joy

 

I spent 5 days last week at my friend Blair’s lake cabin in Minnesota, what’s become a delicious summertime tradition. Lola is Blair’s English Springer Spaniel and she joined us for this year’s adventure. Lola helps me tap into the special lessons that only a dog can teach.

She loves to swim and play in the lake. She can literally swim for hours. It’s mesmerizing to watch her gliding through the water. Something soothing about the repetition in her movement. An invitation to simply lean into a piece of joy and savor it.

 

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* The above photo is of Lola hoping it’s time to go down to the dock, anticipating more swimming joy. And because one photo is just not enough of this sweet girl, here are a few more! Lola ‘swimmin’ the life”!

 

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A new chapter opens

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A New Chapter Opens

The air is filled with the richness of possibility
A special kind of freedom stretches before you

May you be filled with hope about the experiences ahead
May you embrace the opportunities that walk into your path
May you move with grace as you dance with the unfamiliar
May you step confidently as you engage in new adventures
May you find wisdom in even the most unexpected places

Be awake and curious, open and unattached
Listen to your heart as it whispers your dreams

Know that you are enough, just as you are
Trust everything to unfold beautifully

Step boldly into a future that is uniquely yours
Intentionally create the memories which will write the story of your life

 

I wrote this poem for my husband when he retired in January. Today the words seemed so fitting when I replaced the “you”‘s with “I”‘s and “me”‘s. While I wrote these words for a special occasion, it seems like a little prayer that can be used any day – because we always have a chance to start anew – this moment, this day, this week, this month, this year – not just this milestone, to be intentional about what we want to create and about the choices we make and actions we take.

 

* I took this photo in Sicily, somewhere on our drive around Piazza Armerina. I picked it because it’s one of Jim’s favorite landscape shots from the trip.

What’s waiting

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Invited to open

To what’s waiting

There under the old

 

Have you ever had a sense that something significant is happening in your life, although there’s really nothing noteworthy you can point to that reveals what’s actually unfolding? I have this sense that something special is emerging from what has come before. There’s a part of me that wants to move into action, to find answers, to be doing something, anything, to nail things down. And, there’s a part of me that knows the path lies in going slow, embracing life’s flow, in listening, and in simply being with what is, open and accepting. I’m doing my best to listen to the latter.

 

* I took this photo of a morning glory late one morning in Lugano Switzerland, walking down from Chiesa Santa Maria del Sasso toward toward Lake Maggiore. I’ve included a couple of other photos featuring that walk (a boat on the lake, the church).

 

the wind moves through it

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The Wind Moves Through It

The wind moves through it
a soft heart song, the gentle rustle.
The light shines upon it,
a glittering mosaic, the fluttering movement.
Grace blesses the tree
as she stands rooted and strong –
and open and vulnerable
to the touch of her friends.

Like last week’s post, I rediscovered this poem while cleaning out some files. I had originally posted it on my Mostly My Heart Sings blog and forgotten about it. It was inspired by something I read by Mark Nepo in his book The Book if Awakening:

“Everywhere we are given examples of how the life giving elements move through us and bring us to life…Consider how the tree has not control over the movement of the wind…like the tree, we as human beings have not control over the movement of grace.”

This lovely meditation by Mark Nepo accompanies the reading:

  • Watch the wind move through a familiar tree.
  • Watch until the wind has left, and notice how even when still the branches sway slightly.
  • Notice how even what seems like a still air is just a subtle wind.
  • Meditate on how similar the life of spirit is as it moves through us.
  • Feel the force of life like a subtle wind move through you as you breathe.

 

* I took the photo from Isola Superiore on Lake Maggiore, Italy on my summer vacation this past June. For more photos of my day of island hopping on the lake go HERE.

do you ever need?

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Do you ever need?

Do you ever need
to be propped up,
your confidence built up
so you can move forward with some semblance of grace?

Do you ever need
someone to support you,
to remind you that you are ALIVE
and that if you tune into the energy inside you, you’ll find your way?

Do you ever need
a reminder that WHO YOU ARE MATTERS
and that you are FREE
and at CHOICE
to show up
fully YOU?

I was cleaning out some files the other day and came across a print out of a blog I’d posted that featured this poem back in August of 2015. I had forgotten about writing it. It speaks to moments of self-doubt when I’ve lost my way. I don’t remember this specific instance well, although there are plenty of other such moments where my light was flickering, about to go out – moments when those I love and dear friends are there  reminding me of who I am and why my being here matters.

I dedicate this post to my dear friends Jana Mitzoda, who helps me surf life with ease and grace and my queen of a friend Maureen Monte, who always encourages me to move toward my greatest, strongest self.

 

* I took this photo on Lake Maggiore Italy during my summer vacation this past June. For more photos of my day of island hopping on the lake go HERE.

To Notice

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To Notice

What do you see
when you close your eys
and open a dream?
What do you hear
when you silence the noise
and tune in to what’s inside?
What do you feel
when you take away the old story
and open to your experience now?
What do you say
when you are all alone
and only your heart is listening?

That’s what I am exploring right now.

* I took this photo in Cefalu, Sicily, Italy. I spotted it growing on a fence during a waterside walk to dinner. I don’t know what kind of flower it is but it fascinated me. I chose it because it called me to notice. For more photos of my vacation time in Cefalu, go HERE.

Born

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Born

Let the fire burn
Let the flames devour the debris
Let the heat enable seeds to open
Let the ash make fertile soil for growth

This little poem was inspired by a story I read about sequoia trees, the oldest known trees, probably 3500 years old. I read that a key to their longevity is fire because it clears the space so the existing trees can thrive, and its heat opens and releases seeds for the next generation to grow.

I thought about how this kind of transformation happens in the workplace. When those with years of experience move on, space is created for their own and young professionals’ growth.

* I took this photo of a fire burning in our backyard fire pit in the spring.

at peace

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I feel at peace when I remember:

  • Everything is already OK.
  • I have all that I need to take the next step.
  • I don’t have to know.
  • Each breath invites the opportunity to be alive, awake, aware.
  • All I really have is this moment.
  • I make a difference by choosing the thoughts I acknowledge and live into.

 

This is an excerpt from my journal. These little conversations with myself are like poetry to me. They arise from someplace wise deep inside of me – sometimes it seems someone else is actually doing the talking. They inspire me and keep me pointed in the direction I want to go.

What do you remember to support you in creating what you want in your life?

 

* I took this photo of these orange double daylilies growing in my backyard during the afternoon light.

quoetic possibility

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I’ve had a fascination with ‘possibility’ for more than a decade now. And, I love quotes – mainly because they inspire possibility in me. 🙂 I thought it would be fun to gather a collection of ‘possibility quotes’ and put them together into a sort-of poem. (Scroll to the very bottom of this post for the names of those credited with each of the quotes.)

Quoetic Possibility

“When nothing is certain, everything is possible.”

“Our thoughts and imaginations are the  only real limits to our possibilities.”

“Only those who can see the invisible can do the impossible.”

“The only limits to the possibilities in your life tomorrow are the buts you use today.”

“Many are living far below their possibilities because they are continually handing over their individualities to others. Dow you want to be a power in the world? Then be yourself.”

“The vast possibilities of our great future will become realities only if we make ourselves responsible for the future.”

“We have more possibilities available in each moment than we realize.”

“When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this: You haven’t.”

“Every day holds the possibility of a miracle.”

 

* I took this photo at my friend’s cabin on Lake Koronis at sunset.

 

Quote Credits: 1. Unknown 2. Orison Swett Marden 3. Jeffrey Fry 4. Les Brown 5. Ralph Waldo Trine 6. Gifford Pinchot 7. Thich Nhat Hanh 8. Thomas Edison 9. Elizabeth David

a moment

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a moment

Each moment a precious space.
Never like the one before,
or any that will come.
With a breath it arrives,
and moves on.
We hardly notice its beauty.
The miracle of it awaits our attention.

 

How many moments are there? Is a moment a second, or something even smaller, or bigger? Is a moment a breath, both the in and out breath, or each a separate moment? Is a moment a feeling? an experience? a memory?

However defined, how many ‘moments’ do you notice in a day? How many spaces -however larger or small – do you create in your day to simply notice, to awaken?

There are a million little miracles awaiting you this day.

 

* I took this photo of honeysuckle in my backyard on a sunny morning.