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A Monday meander

Small beauty.
Small beauty.

There is no less holiness at this time – as you are reading this – than there was on the day the Red Sea parted, or that day in the 30th year, in the 4th month, on the 5th day of the month as Ezekiel was a captive by the river Cheban, when the heavens opened and he saw visions of god. There is no whit less enlightenment under the tree at the end of your street than there was under Buddha’s bo tree. In any instant the sacred may wipe you with its finger. In any instant the bush may flare, your feet may rise, or you may see a bunch of souls in trees.

~ Annie Dillard, For the Time Being

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A Monday meander

A pop of color to wake up the eyes.
A pop of color to wake up the eyes.

To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything is itself to succumb to the violence of our times.

~Thomas Merton

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If we were having coffee: Sunny day

A winter's day on Assateague Island.
A winter’s day on Assateague Island.

All our time disappears on us.  This is an incredible fact.  You are so knitted into a day.  You are within it; the day is as close as your skin.  It is around your eyes; it is inside your mind.  The day moves you, often it can weigh you down; or again it can raise you up.  Yet the amazing fact is, this day vanishes.  When you look behind you, you do not see your past standing there in a series of day shapes.  You cannot wander back through the gallery of your past.  Your days have disappeared silently and forever.  Your future time has not arrived yet.  The only ground of time is the present moment.

In our culture, we place a great and worthy emphasis on the importance and sacredness of experience.  In other words, what you think, believe, or feel remains a fantasy if it does not actually become part of the fabric of your experience.  Experience is the touchstone of verification, credibility, and deep intimacy.  Yet the future of every experience is its disappearance.  This raises a fascinating question:  Is there a place where our vanished days secretly gather?

~ John O’Donohue, Anam Cara

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A Monday meander with the fishies

Super high tide, when the fish swim in the woods.
Super high tide, when the fish swim in the woods.

There is no mystery in this association of woods and otherworlds, for as anyone who has walked the woods knows, they are places of correspondence, of call and answer. Visual affinities of color, relief and texture abound. A fallen branch echoes the deltoid form of a streambed into which it has come to rest. Chrome yellow autumn elm leaves find their color rhyme in the eye-ring of the blackbird. Different aspects of the forest link unexpectedly with each other, and so it is that within the stories, different times and worlds can be joined.

~ Robert Macfarlane, The Wild Places

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If we were having coffee: Deluge

In the marsh during a misty day and a super high tide.
In the marsh during a misty day and a super high tide.

It’s a relief to hear the rain.  It’s the sound of billions of drops, all equal, all equally committed to falling, like a sudden outbreak of democracy.  Water, when it hits the ground, instantly becomes a puddle or rivulet or flood.

~ Alice Oswald

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