I believe in going back to the magic of the earth and the lake, the sky and the universe. That kind of magic. I believe in that kind of religion. A religion of the rocks, the lake, the water, the sky. Yes, that’s what I believe in.
~ George Morrison, Grand Portage Ojibwe
Like leaves in the autumn or wood in the fire, all things pass. But, there is a moment in which we can see things as they are.
~ Sandra Hannebohm
It’s not enough to love something–or someone. Of course you love a person or art or music or the theatre. But you have to imagine that this person or this thing is trapped in a house afire, and the fire is apathy, and the fire is ignorance, and you have to go into the house all the time, day after day, year after year, and put out the flames and save the thing you love and rebuild the house in which it lives, and show it to others who will come to the rescue when you no longer can. Love is cheap and silly–a moron can love ice cream–but devotion is something worth talking about.
–Eva Le Gallienne
Our bones know the way of things. Our guts understand what baffles the mind. The soul or spirit is often most clearly manifest in the sensations and language of the body. We feel called towards or driven away by people, places, and things at the gut/bone level. The head can then clarify or obscure this information, or choose to work with or against this body-knowledge.
~ Aidan Wachter, from ‘Six Ways: Approaches & Entries for Practical Magic’
I urge you to find a way to immerse yourself fully in the life you’ve been given. To stop running from whatever you’re trying to escape, and instead to stop, and turn, and face whatever it is. Then I dare you to walk toward it. In this way, the world may reveal itself to you as something magical and awe-inspiring that does not require escape. Instead, the world may become something worth paying attention to.
~ Dopamine Nation: Finding Balance in the Age of Indulgence by Anna Lembke
Some days you’re just not sure what you’re in the mood to drink. There are mornings when any old plain, black coffee will do, and other mornings when you know it’s going to be a long, exhausting day. Those are the days you treat yourself to something special.
Playing along with Kathy. Won’t you join us?
love is a place
& through this place of
(with brightness of peace)
yes is a world
& in this world of
~ e. e. cummings
Don’t forget love;
it will bring all the madness you need
to unfurl yourself across
Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.
~ Jim Harrison, from After Ikkyū and Other Poems (Shambhala, 1996)