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
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 this photo during my 2018 summer vacation to Italy from the shores of Isola Superiore on Lago Maggiore. I like the unexpectedness of finding these 3 pines standing with their feet in the water, like beautiful children enjoying the shore.
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
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.
What do you see
when you close your eyes
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.
A related post you might enjoy: Noticing
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.
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.
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.)
“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
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.
She let go
By Reverend Safire Rose
She let go.
Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,
without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a
book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyse whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
I first experienced this poem when it was read out loud as part of the University of Iowa Holden Cancer Center Yoga practice I’ve been attending regularly since my breast cancer diagnosis almost 7 years ago. All of the instructors – Lisa, Teresa, Jessica, Helaina, and Abbey – are amazing and special people and they create a special sanctuary filled with healing energy.
The first class I attended in September 2011 was led by Abbey and I remember how gentle she was with us, how she the practice fed my soul, how I left feeling light and hopeful and alive. I’m unsure now how long ago it was that Abbey read this poem to us – it speaks to me frequently and I try to take it as sage advice when I feel afraid or angry or attached.
What helps you let go?
* I took this photo in Santa Clarita, CA when on a walk with my family.
A deluge of joy
That’s it. My 4-word poem. 🙂
This phrase has come to me again and again over the past week or more. The first time on a run, where so many feelings and ideas sprout. It was the morning after an overnight storm – a ‘gullywasher” or “trashmover” as some might say. And that’s how it feels, like I’m being washed over with joy and residue moved away, leaving me clean and fresh.
Have you ever experienced so much joy that you can hardly fathom it?
* I took this photo somewhere in County Clare, Ireland.