a fairy-tale life…

the glow of a fairy-tale nook....

There is nothing quite like the land of make-believe….

nothing else can make the day a little more magical…all things winged…

maybe a little dream time in a beauteous garden…

I could believe in a dream like this…..a fairy tale house? oh yes…

DailyGood: Man Builds Fairy Tale Home for $4700, by Heidi Stevenson.

winged fairies remind me to open to possibility, to stay fresh…

wandering & wondering…..

if you believe, the fairies will swoop in…

…….I don’t want to live a small life…….

I don’t want to live a small life. Open your eyes,

open your hands. I have just come

from the berry fields, the sun

kissing me with its golden mouth all the way

(open your hands) & the wind-winged clouds

following along thinking perhaps I might

feed them, but no I carry these heart-shapes

only to you. Look how many how small

but so sweet & maybe the last gift

I will ever bring to anyone in this

world of hope & risk, so do.

Look at me. Open your life, open your hands.

Mary Oliver

it’s a beautiful day…

big sky...big life...

the waiting of winter, of soul’s light…captured in this luminous poem…

Eye Mask…

In this dark I rest,

unready for the light which dawns

day after day,

eager to be shared.

Black silk, shelter me.

I need

more of the night before I open

eyes & heart

to illumination. I must still

grow in the dark like a root

not ready, not ready at all.

Denise Levertov

it’s a haunting day…..ethereal & moving…

…’soul making’ wrote philosopher Jean Houston, ‘is not necessarily a happy thing. Crucial parts of it are not. We need to hold onto the celebration of becoming, to the bliss that wells up from the deeper places we’re tapping…I stared into the night, my heart pounding…..Sue Monk Kidd

don’t forget…it’s a beautiful day… 

navigating others…retreating….

just can't unplug from noise...

One of my favorite dharma teachers is Dr. Seuss; he captures the human condition so beautifully. One of his stories starts with two  people walking toward each other along a narrow road. When they meet, they each refuse to step to the side so that the other can pass. Everyone else builds bridges & even whole cities around them, & life just goes on. But the two stubborn ones stand there for the rest of time, refusing to budge. It never occurs to them even after 85 years that they could be curious about why the other is refusing to move, or that they could try to communicate. They could have had a really interesting debate in all those years even if they had still never moved. The point is not that you’re trying to achieve harmony or smooth everything out. Good luck, if that’s your goal. The point is to live together on this earth with our differences, to communicate for its own sake. It’s about widening your circle of compassion. And when you can connect with your own suffering, you can reflect that countless others are feeling exactly what you feel in spite of a different story line…Pema Chodron

Isn’t this where connection is real? Alive? Hostile? Unbelievable?

I really don’t always ‘like’ being so connected to so many humans…..don’t really want to be around others…don’t always want to hear another story line….

The paradox lies, of course, in being so connected, yet driving others away…

But we need each other…..we need stars & wishes & touch & shared pretending…..remembering humanity’s feeble lifeline…

Furthermore we have not even to risk the adventure alone, for the heroes of all time have gone before us. The labyrinth is thoroughly known. We have only to follow the thread of the hero path, & where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves. Where we had thought to travel outward, we will come to the center of our own existence. And where we had thought to be alone, we will be with all the world…..Joseph Campbell

the Tao of illusory insight…

illusions

Tao cannot be conveyed by either words or silence. In that state which is neither speech nor silence, its transcendental nature may be apprehended……Zhuangzi

ya know that pit?….that deep falling feeling in the gut when ‘things’ aren’t quite right?….something is slipping around you?….

you’re scrambling to ‘explain’ it all….make it ‘right?’

I think this may be where ‘spiritual integrity’ may bring ‘something’ to the playing field…

I’m not sure yet, but I’m considering it…..The Tao??

can’t you feel this falling? maybe this is the edge of higher?

Who named it ‘the Tao’ in the first place? I would like to talk to that fellow. I’d like to give him a piece of my mind. The Tao. The Way. Imagine: naming the unnamable! The Tao that cannot be named is the intelligence of the universe: whatever is happening right now. The mind that realizes this is the don’t-know mind, which is open to all possibilities because it doesn’t believe its own thoughts. What more is there to say? Except that there’s a radiance about people who have settled into the depths of not-knowing. They have found the inexhaustible treasure, in the most obvious place of all. Without the thought of a future, we always fall softly. Life is an ongoing course in learning how to fall……Stephen Mitchell

the inexpressible….listening to the shell….

the other half of our shell

contentment really is a natural & gracious place for our unseen selves to be…affirming this is seeing the whole….the other half of all of our queries, restlessness & peeking hopes…

this is a provocative & intuitive lightness….a softer truth than our usual hard edges…

maybe this is where our muse finds us…it was there all along…

There is no place to search for the truth. Though it’s right beneath your feet, it can’t be found. Look at springtime….when the snow has melted, the scars of the landscape are no longer hidden….John Daido Loori

remembering beauty…do you hear the ocean in a shell?

these subtle shifts are so welcome….

a light touch, a gentler art, an enchantment…

Every art has its mystery, its spiritual rhythm….D.T. Suzuki

pain is real…in shadows & physics…

shadow work

Whatever your difficulties—a devastated heart, financial loss, feeling assaulted by the conflicts around you, or a seemingly hopeless illness—you can always remember that you are free in every moment to set the compass of your heart to your highest intentions. In fact, the two things that you are always free to do—despite your circumstances—are to be present and to be willing to love…..Jack Kornfield

a quote like this leaves nothing to be decided….

more like pretending than deciding…

it’s too full…too perfect….not enough to explain many, many things….

and yet, I am so drawn to this quote….to this disquieting ideal….

where the sidewalk is not full of confused & weary faces….

but cynicism & pain & ugliness are very real…look in your shadows….

do you see choices?

If you look for the truth outside yourself, it gets farther & farther away. Today, walking alone, I meet him everywhere I step. he is the same as me, yet I am not him. Only if you understand it in this way will you merge with the way things are…..Tung-Shan

this choice seems a bit like a random fortune……or is it?……

not getting so caught up in stories…. asking again & again…who am I?…

wild winter….

wild & open

I have such a strange relationship with winter….complex….not so simple as love/hate….

but defintely ambiguous…..

love the deeper places I can go to hibernate & restore….

love the wild & open sky…..the raw & barren places which open new sensibilities….

love the white glare & the icy trees in sunlight….& wearing boots….

really dislike (hate the word hate ya know) being cold…..

really dislike being drowned in gray skies for long periods….

really dislike missing beach walks because it’s too cold….

dreams are more vivid in winter for me….I am astonished at how deeply I am drawn to the cold earth….such a mythical time of waiting…of cycles & sleep…

In Blue

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I said to my soul, be still, & wait without hope

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing;

wait without love

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith

But the faith & the love & the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought,

for you are not ready for thought:

So the darkness shall be the light, & the stillness the dancing.

Whisper of running streams, & winter lightning.

The wild thyme unseen & the wild strawberry,

The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy

Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony

Of death & birth.

T.S. Eliot

lookin’ for adventure….

a soulful inertia…

inertia

needs room

to renew its meaning

…sometimes it takes darkness & the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you….David Whyte

kind of like, misplacing your soul somewhere in your messy life…

kind of like, a rebirth, an aha moment, a surprise rainbow…

soulcentric epiphanies?…

Carl Jung says that the capacity for paradox, the tolerance of ambiguity is the measure of spiritual strength…..

I say it is simply human confusion, an irreconcilable & completely natural contradiction in our psyche….

kind of like, the strange connection between despair & desire…

moving away….and into….deep sky…

soaring away from the glare...

The wounding of our lives becomes sacred when we are willing to release our old stories & to become the vehicles through which a new story may emerge into time….the value of our wound is that it breaches the soul; the psyche is opened so that “new questions begin to be asked about who we are in our depths”….Jean Houston

This beautiful place of questioning is immense….so vast & awesome in its tenderness, yet difficult to contain in our day to day issues……yes?

And so easy to bring our insecurities in to keen drama….yes?

The mark of human maturity is the capacity to withdraw projections….Marion Woodman (jungian psychologist)

Not there?…..me either….ok….

Don’t run too quickly though…

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses, who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty & courage. Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest sense, something helpless that needs our love….Rilke

Deep sigh….maybe?

forgetting who I am to become….

the muse is out....

Awake, my dear

Be kind to your sleeping heart

Take it out into the vast fields of Light

And let it breathe…..Hafiz

There is a kind expectation in the studio when I am excited…when I am playing rather than making….it is ‘blissness‘ with the children….it is pure discovery…..
listen well…

If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea…… Antoine De Saint Exupery

It is a time to dance…..singe your wild heart….so freaky cool…..let it go…

Just remember to get back home, back to the studio, back to your heart…

Where thou art, that is Home….Emily Dickinson