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Simplicity

Childhood means simplicity.  Look at the world with the child’s eye — it is very beautiful.

~ Kailash Satyarthi

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A meander on Tuesday

Baby loblollies rising up above the periwinkles.  (Or maybe they are spindly spaceships floating among a sea of blue stars.)

Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.

~ Anne Sexton

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A Monday meander

On the edge.

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.

~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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Another new year

A soft glow just before sunrise.

A very sweet light is spreading over the Earth like a perfume. The moon is slowly dissolving and a boy-sun languidly stretches his translucent arms . . . Cool murmurings of pure waters that surrender themselves to the hillsides. A pair of wings dances in the rosy atmosphere.
Silence, my friends.
The day is about to begin.

~ Clarice Lispector, “Fever Dream” from The Complete Stories by Clarice Lispector

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If everything is urgent

Sunset on Monday.

That thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you is usually what you need to find, and finding it is a matter of getting lost. The word ‘lost’ comes from the old Norse ‘los’ meaning the disbanding of an army…I worry now that people never disband their armies, never go beyond what they know.

Advertising, alarmist news, technology, incessant busyness, and the design of public and private life conspire to make it so. A recent article about the return of wildlife to suburbia described snow-covered yards in which the footprints of animals are abundant and those of children are entirely absent. Children seldom roam, even in the safest places… I wonder what will come of placing this generation under house arrest.

~ Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

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The accountability factor

Early morning walk.

I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be… This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages…the delayed adolescent, the childish adult, but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide… Far too many people misunderstand what *putting away childish things* means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year-old means being grownup. When I’m with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don’t ever want to be one. Instead of which, if I can retain a child’s awareness and joy, and *be* fifty-one, then I will really learn what it means to be grownup.

~ Madeleine L’Engle

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34. A Monday meander

Dew-kissed rose.

When there has been a breakthrough, make it a point to relive it again and again.  Just sitting silently, remember it; don’t just remember it, relive it.

Start feeling the same as you felt when the breakthrough happened.  Let the vibrations surround you.  Move into the same space, and allow it to happen so it becomes, by and by, very natural to you.  You become so capable of bringing it back that any moment you can do it.

Many valuable insights happen, but they need follow-up.  Otherwise they become just memories and you will lose contact and will not be able to move into the same world.  By and by, one day you yourself will start disbelieving them.  You may think that it was a dream or a hypnosis or some trick of the mind.  That’s how humanity lost many beautiful experiences.

Everybody comes to beautiful spaces in life.  But we never try to make a path to those beautiful spaces so that they become as natural as eating, taking a bath, or going to sleep, so that whenever you close your eyes you can be in that space.

~ Osho, Everyday Osho, Day 103

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