the world that awaits you

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Last week I shared a poem I wrote about a new beginning. Here is another poem about new beginnings written by John O’Donohue, which I treasure – not only for the beautiful message that resonates deeply within me, but also for the lovely way that it came to me. After finishing an 8-week Mindfulness by Design virtual series with my colleagues Katiuscia Berretta and Annahita Varahrami, and as we were embarking on the new year of 2018, Kat sent this gift to me.

I believe in beginning again, over and over. I see fresh starts in moments throughout the day, each new day awakening, the perspective that a trip can bring, a new  opportunity to make a difference, meeting a new found friend, in flower buds opening to the sun…

I am inspired by the invitation of courage and energy and openness that comes to me through this poem.

For a New Beginning
By John O’Donohue

In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

 

* I took this photo of a peony growing in my backyard. You can see this same flower in full beautiful bloom. 

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A New Beginning

You stand at a point of departure –
a place from which to powerfully transform.

Choice offers itself to you.
Stay here?
Or, courageously step
in the direction of dreams?

What will be lost?
What will be gained?

From a still place within
intentions move to the surface.

Reflection invites clarity –
insight shapes inspired action.

You step into a new beginning.

Honestly, I don’t recall when I wrote this poem. I have had many new beginnings, big and ever so small. I see the opportunity to start anew every day, even multiple times on a given day. Each time I notice a negative thought and choose another narrative to carry with me, I open to something new.

These small every day beginnings come from years of making time to be still. Every day. Time to simply be with myself. Sometimes I do a little exploring – reading and journaling about what’s important to me and how I want to move through the world, for example. This time of reflection invites clarity – sometimes profound (for me, anyway ;]) and sometimes so simple. And from this grounded place of insight, I am able to be intentional about my path forward, to make choices that support inspired action.

 

* I took this photo at sunrise in San Agustinillo, Mexico.

with grace and gratitude

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This moment

contains

all of life’s

little gifts.

Ah,

to receive them

with grace

and gratitude.

This is the final of four poems that came to me in a flurry at the start of March. I have found gratitude to be so grounding, and to bring me the grace to move through life more at ease. (I spent several years diving deep into gratitude in This Abundantly Delicious Life.) It is dedicated to my dear Aunt Mary who is an inspiring role model of living life this way.

An author who opens my mind and inspires grace and gratitude is Naomi Remen – I love her books, Kitchen Table Wisdom and My Grandfather’s Blessings, both of which I have read multiple times. They include touching stories with important take-aways. Try reading one to start your day over a period of time and let me know how it changes you.

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* I took this photo on the Isle of Capri, Italy.

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Choice awakens

Choice

awakens

in every

moment

as an invitation

we can accept

over

and over

again.

This poem was most certainly inspired by how I spent the month of February, taking the Real Happiness Challenge with Sharon Salzburg. Now I’m reading through her book, Real Happiness, to reinforce my discoveries. One of the most helpful insights is how we are at choice in each moment and how, because we are human, we get to keep choosing over and over again.

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* I took this photo in San Agustinillo, Mexico with the zoom on my little Canon powershot.

the power and magic

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The Power and Magic

Do you ever

just pause

and feel

the power

of your heart

beating

and experience

the magic

of being

alive?

Last week I wrote about how poetry has been flowing through me lately. This is another of the short unpublished pieces that came together in my morning quiet time. This piece was inspired not only by Mark Nepo but also Ruth Fishel’s time for joy daily affirmations.

So, do you?

 

* I took this photo in San Agustinillo, Mexico. What good fortune to catch this beauty in a magical moment of stillness!

back to now

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Back to Now

Repeating

like a heartbeat

the opportunity

opens

to bring

our attention

back

to now.

I’ve had a little burst of creativity lately, stimulated by quiet morning reflection time. This poem and several other short ones moved right through me. That’s how it seems to go. Periods where nothing comes, and periods where I’m like an open channel where words come flooding through. The opening typically arrives after reading something inspiring and sitting in stillness. One of the books that inspires me is Mark Nepo’s The Book of Awakening, a New York Times Bestseller.

You’ll find more image quotes at Where Possibility Awaits. I post a new one each Monday morning.

 

* I took this photo of the sky from the deck in our backyard in Iowa.

The Simple Everyday

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The Simple Everyday

I Wake
And I See,
Hear, Feel,
Listen, Speak.

I Look
for Peace,
Wonder, Joy.

I Create
Connection,
Sparks, Pauses.

I Find
Contentment
And Meaning
in The Simple
Everyday.

This poem is like a little prayer of intention for me. It helps me open to possibility as each new day unfolds.

* I took this photo in Porto, Portugal.

Flowering to Magnificence

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Flowering to Magnificence

The seed,
seeking nourishment,
finds richness surrounding it and
takes inspiration from the light above.

The seedling,
breaking free,
stretches toward the sky and
shouts its greatness to the world.

The stem,
taking shape,
expands into the openness and
develops powerfully each day.

The blossom,
flowering to magnificence,
touches the world with its vibrancy and
shapes the beauty that is life.

May you see that you are a beautiful blossoming flower. May we see each other as beautiful blossoming flowers.

* I took this photo in the garden at Knappogue Castle in the parish of Quin, County Clare,  Ireland.

Open to the Light

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Open to the Light

Open to the light
so hungry
to wash over you
and fill the dark spaces.

Listen to the inner voice.
Let its wisdom
penetrate your being.

See the truth
buried under the rubble
of hollow stories
built on the foundation
of fear.

Blossom in gentle acceptance
of who you are
so worthy
of the warmth and love
that waits for you.

Awaken and move
toward the vibrantly alive
life that is yours.

As I read this poem today, it is like a motherly hug, reminding me that I matter and that life expects me to by joyful.

* I took this photo of a peony in my backyard in Iowa.

Where the Clouds End

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Where the Clouds End

It starts like the rustling of paper.
As the wind breezes through the leaves,
dust swirls into a gauzy haze.
The skies darken with foreboding.
Gray blackness looms like a blanket.
Ripe round droplets tap, tap, tap.
And crescendo into a deluge.

The storm exhausts herself.
And the rains back away.
Their cleansing work complete.
Silence follows the clamor.

At the line where the clouds end,
the filmy ceiling dissolves into the heavens.
Nourishing waters soak deep into the earth.
Calming light returns anew.
Trees stand steady and tall.
Grasses dance with grace.
Flowers rise to the joyful sun.
Peace lies softly in the air.

This poem was inspired by my hopes for a breast cancer survivor friend of mine. She was in the storm and I so wanted for her to reach a point of calm and peace. The poem came to me one day as I drove through a storm, thinking about her, and saw upon arrival at my destination the line where the clouds ended and the sun shone.

* I took this photo of the day lilies in my backyard in Iowa. I love how they lean toward the light.