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Brighter day

The roses glow on dark and stormy days.  (Shot through the window while the rain was coming down in sheets.)

Patience from a Buddhist perspective is not a “wait and see” attitude, but rather one of “just be there”… Patience can also be based on not expecting anything. Think of patience as an act of being open to whatever comes your way. When you begin to solidify expectations, you get frustrated because they are not met in the way you had hoped… With no set idea of how something is supposed to be, it is hard to get stuck on things not happening in the time frame you desired. Instead, you are just being there, open to the possibilities of your life.

~ Lodro Rinzler, The Buddha Walks Into A Bar…

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Between

A moment, in-between.

The solid ground we once took refuge in has disintegrated underneath us, sending us into unknown territory.  We were so sure we were beyond breaking yet again, that we had finished with all that, but the beloved is not interested in maintaining the status quo.  It is the nature of all form to disintegrate, so that new forms may emerge.

Between the worlds, burning up, longing for an end to the contradictions.  We have found ourselves in the liminal, but how do we rest there?  Where is the healing, the transcendence, the resolution?  How could we be asked to surrender more?  It can seem that we are falling apart, but were we ever together to begin with?  Is that even the right lens from which to attempt navigation?  Or were we always something more whole, more majestic than all that?

Slow way down.  Breathe deeply from the lower belly.  Feel your feet in the mud of the earth.  Sink into the womb of now.  For just this moment, set aside the need to understand, to figure it all out, or to replace this moment with another.  Today may not be the day for answers, but to let your heart break open to the vastness of the question.

Look up into the new summer sky.  Something is longing to be born, in you, as you, as the poetry of your life and as the gifts you will share with others.  Lay your hands on your heart.  Listen.  Receive.  There are blues coming into existence that have never made their way into this dimension.  Oranges, reds, yellows, and purples that have been sent to remind you of the rarity and outrageousness of one human heart.  Stay right here.  Don’t move from this moment.  Open your senses.  Step into the mystery.  See through the veil.  Everything that has ever happened and everyone you have ever met, has led up to right here and now.  Trust in the fires of disintegration and renewal, and in the timeline that is written within the cells of your heart.

~ Matt Licata

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A Monday meander: Solastalgia

Visiting the flower garden.

The refusal to feel takes a heavy toll. Not only is there an impoverishment of our emotional and sensory life, flowers are dimmer and less fragrant, our loves less ecstatic, but this psychic numbing also impedes our capacity to process and respond to information. The energy expended in pushing down despair is diverted from more creative uses, depleting the resilience and imagination needed for fresh visions and strategies.

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The biggest gift you can give is to be absolutely present, and when you’re worrying about whether you’re hopeful or hopeless or pessimistic or optimistic, who cares? The main thing is that you’re showing up, that you’re here and that you’re finding ever more capacity to love this world because it will not be healed without that. That is what is going to unleash our intelligence and our ingenuity and our solidarity for the healing of our world.

~ Joanna Macy

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Sifting

Lightning in a bottle.

It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.

~ George Harrison

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it’s hurtling forward—toward what?

~ Laini Taylor, Dreams of Gods & Monsters

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Tipping the scales

Yawn.  (One of the young, and not yet weaned at the time, on Assateague Island.)

The sense of respiration is an example of our natural sense relationship with the atmospheric matrix. Remember, respiration means to re-spire, to re-spirit ourselves by breathing. It, too, is a consensus of many senses. We may always bring the natural relationships of our senses and the matrix into consciousness by becoming aware of our tensions and relaxations while breathing. The respiration process is guided by our natural attraction to connect with fresh air and by our attraction to nurture nature by feeding it carbon dioxide and water, the foods for Earth that we grow within us during respiration. When we hold our breath, our story to do so makes our senses feel the suffocation discomfort of being separated from Earth’s atmosphere. It draws our attention to follow our attraction to air, so we inspire and gain comfort. Then the attraction to feed Earth comes into play so we exhale food for it to eat and we again gain comfort. This process feels good, it is inspiring. Together, we and Earth conspire (breathe together) so that neither of us will expire. The vital nature of this process is brought to consciousness when we recognize that the word for air, spire, also means spirit and that psyche is another name for air/spirit/soul.

~ Michael J. Cohen, Reconnecting with Nature:  Finding Wellness Through Rebuilding Your Bond with the Earth

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A meander: This and that and maybe another thing

Two snow geese.

Peace is not won by those who fiercely guard their differences, but by those who with open minds and hearts seek out connections.

~ Katherine Paterson

We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.

~ Herman Melville

We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.

~ William James

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Questions without answers

Chaos. (Not really.  The snow geese know what they’re doing, but it looks chaotic, doesn’t it?  Assateague Island, Virginia.  I know this is blurry in the wrong spots but I kind of like it anyhow.  It seems to capture the motion.)

I really am a pessimist. I’ve always felt that fascism is a more natural governmental condition than democracy. Democracy is a grace. It’s something essentially splendid because it’s not at all routine or automatic. Fascism goes back to our infancy and childhood, where we were always told how to live. We were told, Yes, you may do this; no, you may not do that. So the secret of fascism is that it has this appeal to people whose later lives are not satisfactory.

~ Normal Mailer

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