What else is going on right this minute while ground water creeps under my feet? The galaxy is careening in a slow, muffled widening. If a million solar systems are born every hour, then surely hundreds burst into being as I shift my weight to the other elbow. The sun’s surface is now exploding; other stars implode and vanish, heavy and black, out of sight. Meteorites are arcing to earth invisibly all day long. On the planet, the winds are blowing: the polar easterlies, the westerlies, the northeast and southeast trades. Somewhere, someone under full sail is becalmed, in the horse latitudes, in the doldrums; in the northland, a trapper is maddened, crazed, by the eerie scent of the chinook, the sweater, a wind that can melt two feet of snow in a day. The pampero blows, and the tramontane, and the Boro, sirocco, levanter, mistral. Lick a finger; feel the now.
Spring is seeping north, towards me and away from me, at sixteen miles a day…
~ Annie Dillard
We owe our children – the most vulnerable citizens in any society – a life free from violence and fear.
~ Nelson Mandela
It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.
~ Frederick Douglass
The deep secrecy of my own being is often hidden from me by my own estimate of what I am. My idea of what I am is falsified by my admiration for what I do. And my illusions about myself are bred by contagion from the illusions of other men. We all seek to imitate one another’s imagined greatness.
If I do not know who I am, it is because I think I am the sort of person everyone around me wants to be. Perhaps I have never asked myself whether I really wanted to become what everybody else seems to want to become. Perhaps if I only realized that I do not admire what everyone seems to admire, I would really begin to live after all. I would be liberated from the painful duty of saying what I really do not think.
~ Thomas Merton
Take a discovery walk today to find what’s missing in your life. There’s peace in the whisper of the wind, hope in the sun smiling from behind clouds, strength in every step forward.
~ Toni Sorenson, The Great Brain Cleanse
Mind is very cunning; it is never simple. The heart is never cunning; it is always simple. To be simple means shifting from the head to the heart.
We live through the head. That’s why our life becomes more and more complicated, more and more like a jigsaw puzzle. Nothing seems to fit. And the more we try to be clever, the more in a mess we are. That has been our history: We have gone more and more insane. Now the whole earth is almost like a madhouse. The time has come, if humanity is to survive at all, for a great shift to happen: We have to move from the head to the heart. Otherwise, the head is ready to commit suicide. It has created so much misery and so much boredom and so many problems that suicide seems the only way out. The whole earth is preparing for suicide. It is going to be a global suicide, unless a miracle happens.
And this is going to be the miracle — if it happens, this is the miracle — there will be a great shift, a radical change, in our very outlook: We will start living from the heart. We will drop the whole universe of the mind, and we will start afresh like small children.
Live from the heart. Feel more, think less, be more sensitive and less logical. Be more and more heartful, and your life will become sheer joy.
~ Osho, Everyday Osho, Day 92
When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive — to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
~ Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
Forty Early Mornings Alone
A new moon teaches gradualness
and deliberation, and how one gives birth
to oneself slowly. Patience with small details
makes perfect a large work, like the universe.
What nine months of attention does for an embryo
forty early mornings alone will do
for your gradually growing wholeness.
-Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi