creating space to notice …to listen to the story lines that have shaped and are shaping my life…noticing that they are not always helpful and realizing the power that i have in shaping and creating the story…therein, offering myself grace and welcome, lies such potential and hope.
that these days are fleeting…curious why i have such a hard time slowing down…it is true that there will always be things that need to get done….but these days…these days will be missed…am i really soaking them in now?
i have been loving this song today.
i hope you are enjoying this moment.
i was reminded again recently what great zen masters children can be…
calling into question all of our bs and stripping us bare of all of our notions of having any answers or control…
reminding us that all we have to work with
is. right. now.
oh that i would have the courage to listen and live into this wisdom more often…
but i continue to seek to be open, to listen…
remembering to breathe deeply, be present, soak in the spring sun…
even if it is only occasionally…hopefully those occasions will increase as i open to welcome them.
cultivating space
to notice
to sit
without judgement
to smile at the “imperfection”
noticing the texture it adds
welcoming breathe
graciously encountering contraction
noticing how it opens
and allows for the birthing of new potential
gratitude is a great teacher. the buds on the branches of the tree quietly suggest that life is always emerging and we may not pay attention, unable to hear, as we become distracted by the thought of the mud that will surely be tracked through our door.
the practice of being mindful of that which i am thankful for has the potential to shift my experience of the world.
noticing and spending time with that which lends life vs. that which drains it.
this is where i want to live…i am tired of the other place.
with the intention to notice the beauty that fills my life…
jeremiah was engaged in creating one of his many inventions and (as is usually the case) had to make a mad dash to the to the bathroom (due to his general tendency to wait until the very last moment)…
…from the bathroom he makes this inquiry…
“mom, what do you is more important learning or going to the bathroom?”
“what do you think?” (i reply)
and he concludes…
“the bathroom…or maybe learning is is a weensie bit more important…but i think papa is a good problem solver because he reads when he goes to the bathroom.”
Filed under: noticing the beauty, self-portraiture experiment, why not give it a try
in my last post i mentioned my tendency toward being a rather unforgiving boss (to myself)…
and the shift that i will now tune into is the fact that i am (in fact) a pretty damn good employee.
and who is it after all that i am working for, if not for the good of the world.
so in that vein and with the counsel of many who have gone before me…it is with intention (in this month of my birth) that i will focus on the beauty that i bring to the world…and i hope to share glimpses with you, dear reader…with hopes that you will be reminded of your own.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.
~rumi
