Tuesday, November 30, 2010
At peace
Thinking of Suzanne, and smiling
A mindfulness reminder...
Monday, November 29, 2010
A morning prayer
On Waking
I give thanks for arriving
Safely in a new dawn,
For the gift of eyes
To see the world,
The gift of mind
To feel at home
In my life,
The waves of possibility
Breaking on the shore of dawn,
The harvest of the past
That awaits my hunger,
And all the furtherings
This new day will bring.
-- from To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings, by John O'Donohue
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Forgive some sinner...
Oddly, I first heard this on one of the episodes of Season 5 of "The Wire".
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Compassion
Monday, November 22, 2010
Success
Friday, November 19, 2010
Entertaining??
Sure, buy it a drink, maybe even dinner, but don’t take it home with you.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Be earth now...
"Summer was like your house: you know
where each thing stood.
Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins
The days go numb, the wind
sucks the world from your senses like
withered leaves.
Through the empty branches the sky
remains.
It is what you have.
Be earth now, and evensong.
Be the ground lying under the sky.
Be modest now, like a thing
ripened until it is real,
so that he who began it all
can feel you when he reaches for you."
Rainer Maria Rilke
From the Book of Hours II, 1
Election 2012
Donald Trump reportedly told George Stephanopolous that he’s considering running for president in 2012 and that he’ll make a decision by next June.
And yesterday, it was reported that Sarah Palin has opined that if she runs in 2012 she will be able to beat Barack Obama.
Voters now are eager to hear of the plans of other potential candidates, most especially Peter Pan, Sasquatch, and the reclusive Amelia Earhart
Being Present
Stories
not atoms.
— Muriel Rukeyser, Poet (1913 - 1980)
— John Steinbeck
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it."
Sharing our authentic stories, and really listening to someone else's story, are topics that have been central to a number of discussions and teachings that I’ve been exposed to in the past few months. Story, so it seems, is the irreducible core element of our humanity.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Did ya ever……
Look to this day...
—
Dalai Lama
Monday, November 15, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
The Voices
"The rich and happy can choose to keep silent,
no need to bid for attention.
But the desperate must reveal themselves,
must say: I am blind
or: I am going blind
or: It’s not good for me here on Earth
or: My child is sick
or: I’m not holding it together…
But when is that really enough?
So, lest people pass them by like objects,
sometimes they sing.
And sometimes their songs are beautiful"
—
Rainer Maria Rilke
Book of Images
Thursday, November 11, 2010
12th Step, perhaps...
This coming Sunday, in the churches of many of us, there will be read that portion of the Gospel of Matthew which recounts the time when John the Baptist was languishing in the prison of Herod, and, hearing of the works of his cousin Jesus, he sent two of his disciples to say to Him, “Art thou He who is to come, or shall we look for another?” And Christ did as He so often did. He did not answer them directly, but wanted John to decide for himself. And so He said to the disciples: “Go and report to John what you have heard and what you have seen: the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead rise, the poor have the gospel preached to them.”
Back in my childhood catechism days, I was taught that the “poor” in this instance did not mean only the poor in a material sense, but also meant the “poor in spirit,” those who burned with an inner hunger and an inner thirst; and that the word “gospel” meant quite literally “the good news. “
More than 16 years ago, four men — my boss, my physician, my pastor, and the one friend I had left — working singly and together, maneuvered me into A.A. Tonight, if they were to ask me, “Tell us, what did you find?” I would say to them what I now say to you: “I can tell you only what I have heard and seen: It seems the blind do see, the lame do walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead rise, and over and over again, in the middle of the longest day or the darkest night, the poor in spirit have the good news told to them.”
God grant that it may always be so."
— Excerpt from the pamphlet: “A Member’s Eye View of AA”
...all are responsible
Enjoy!
It’s a great day today, with bright sunshine and warm (for the season) temperatures. Getting up at 4:30 was a bit hard, but some coffee and morning prayers got me on track. After a good workout (weights today), mindfulness creating music and a hot cup of tea carried me to work. And then the cherry on top of my morning - today’s my last in the office for this week. Tomorrow early I’m heading for the Poconos for a workshop with Carrie Newcomer titled: Writing Mindfully: Exploring the Sacred Ordinary, and the weather is supposed to be terrific in the mountains this weekend. Work to do, late Fall bright and brisk days, time for rest and growing among stimulating people in a place that nourishes the spirit.
May each of you also be nourished, and even healed, with a day that’s what you need - and more.
Religion
— Abraham Joshua Heschel
God In Search Of Man
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
First Steps
The idea that “person” in the Constitution should be interpreted to include corporate “persons’ is sophistry for which my brother and sister attorneys should be held to account. Get corporate money out of the electoral process. Then, with appropriate apologies to Shakespeare: “First, let’s remove (a saner word) all the lobbyists.
All are equal...and welcome
Hope
To Waiting
expecting to become
someone else
always someone
who will be different
someone to whom a moment
whatever moment it may be
at last has come
and who has been
met and transformed
into no longer being you
and so has forgotten you
meanwhile in your life
you hardly notice
the world around you
lights changing
sirens dying along the buildings
your eyes intent
on a sight you do not see yet
not yet there
as long as you
are only yourself
with whom as you
recall you were
never happy
to be left alone for long
—W.S. Merwin, “Present Company.” Courtesy of Whiskey River.