A hugely rewarding and satisfying day, but every muscle in my body aches tonight after a sunshine-inspired bout of extended Spring cleaning – indoors and out. Tomorrow I shall try to follow Nature’s way. Budding leaves and flowers take things slowly … 🌱☀️☕️
together always – all ways
The way old friends do
nurse new life-vocations to
love and trust and grow
SRM – MM Haiku 108 Day 138
Manifestation: head to heart
Now: start here
daily reflection led to
one hundred poems
SRM – MM Haiku 100 Day 130
A glory and a cov’ring
life’s great beauty is
discovered in both sunlit
clear and misty days
SRM – MM Haiku 98 Day 128
first we run around
before calming, quieter –
the better to learn
SRM – MM Haiku 68 Day 98
Sands of time
sometimes a poem
is mulled instantly and some
others at leisure
SRM – MM Haiku 55 Day 85
Once the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back
The fall of the leaf
Photo at Pixabay
Maybe autumn ‘flu slows me down for a good reason? I’ve had time today to stop and stare. Time for books, hot lemon and honey, fallen leaves, and gazing at the sky. I remember times when I’d apologise for slowing down. Nowadays I apologise (to myself as much as anyone) for running too fast. I welcome time to look at what’s here and now in the world and to wonder why I am in it. And it’s the wondering itself – rather than any answers – that’s the important thing. The contemplation draws me towards dawn.
I woke up
Author Kathleen Jones invited our group to take up a pen and in the briefest of exercises dive right into ‘I woke up …’ so,
I woke up to a warm, gray and rainy day. Ahead of me lay another morning’s company exploring voice in poetry and prose. Amid furrowed brows and life and laughter appreciation for my fellow writers grows. Perhaps today my pen can bring to paper last week’s delight in beautiful Croatia. Shared prose and poetry sharpens clarity and recall. Distilled recollection probes the point of life in all.
Oh how the joy of taking up a pen makes for re-sounding consequences! Awakening of course is what we authors of life, each listening carefully for the voice of our great Muse, are all aspiring to. To be able to say ‘I woke up’ is, precisely, what we all want to do.
Torrents of words sometimes send me to sleep. Pared, shared words, suspended in reflective silence and open-armed anticipation, vivify and energise.
This afternoon, still gray and rainy, I came across an anonymous well-wisher’s memorable benediction:
May you live all the days of your life
I’m thankful for all whose companionship enables me to say ‘I woke up’ – even whilst I yet aspire to deeper, fuller awakening.
Now or far?
How do we cut through the shoulds and oughts of our
educational and religious training that say that what we
long for is in some far off place and that we’ll only get
there if we do it right?
How do we discover the wisdom, support and Love that
are always with us and that are accessible in the living
moment? The key is to cultivate a curious mind and an
inclusive heart so that we can not only make contact with
Life—here and now—but also learn to see the stories
flowing through our heads all day long and how they keep
us cut off from Life.
Let us begin the journey of quieting our mind and opening
our hearts by intriguing ourselves with what we miss when
our attention is ensnared in a mind that believes it is
separate from Life.
Mary O’Malley, Diane Solomon, MarySue Brooks
Belonging to Life: The Journey of Awakening
Sabbath time this afternoon brought further development of May Sarton’s theme yesterday – living in “the changing light of a room”. In quiet cultivation of “a curious mind and an inclusive heart” we may experience deep peace, not afar off, but in the very midst of Life circumstance right here and right now. Any of us, anywhere, who have taken – or are taking, in this very moment – just a few seconds to hear the pulse of our own heartbeat can give account of our renewed intention to experience the joy of it again, and again, and again. Now, and now, and now …
Peace that passeth understanding is Now, not far.