be crumbled

Queen Anne’s Lace in the mountains.

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground. Be crumbled,
so wildflowers will come up
where you are.

You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different. Surrender.

~ Rumi

The sea

Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia

The sea is a mirror, not only to the clouds, the sun, the moon, and the stars, but to all one’s dreams, to all one’s speculations… . The sea tells us that everything is changing and that nothing ever changes, that tides go out and return, that all existence is a rhythm.

~ Arthur Symons, In a Northern Bay, 1918

The secret heart of time

On the trail.

The secret heart of time is change and growth. Each new experience that awakens in you adds to your soul and deepens your memory.

The person is always a nomad, journeying from threshold to threshold, into ever different experiences. In each new experience, another dimension of the soul unfolds.

It is no wonder that from ancient times the human has been understood as a wanderer.

O’Donohue, John. Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

life and death

life and death in the cemetery
life and death in the cemetery

It is a seeing of every moment of life against the horizon of death, and a challenge to incorporate that awareness of dying into every moment so as to become more fully alive.

~ David Steindl-Bast

fear and love

opening to life
opening to life

There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.

~ John Lennon

a glimpse

small world afloat
alone and afloat

When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash — at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the “newness,” the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.

~ Thomas Merton