Contentment…like finding flowers in winter…

           winter flowers….a tiny miracle…
Spiritual life is a fine balance between effort & surrender. In spite of what the fast-food spiritual teachers of our time claim, spiritual practice requires tremendous effort, & effort brings with it tension. We need to relax that tension, so we might open to the grace, depth, & energetic subtleties that result from practice. We learn to gracefully receive what life gives us, rather than demand that life should always give us what we want. This is contentment…..Mariana Caplan
Just full of it today! Loads of life out on a simple stroll…..it’s all just right here….all here & gone…a glimpse of ‘suchness’….
“So let me get this clear,” I said, as I walked up to my teacher’s desk. “You’re telling me that I absolutely cannot trust myself because the mind is conditioned, confused, & full of lies & deceit, & at the same time, I must trust myself implicitly because there is nothing else I can trust.”
“Exactly,” he said……Mariana Caplan
 

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… 

shifting seasons of light & love

gateways to change...

sleep really well tonight….remember your dreams….know your life….

hug your cat, your buddy, your soulmate…..

be in your jammies….don’t worry about what your secret life is up to for awhile…

watch the light….sit in the sun going down…

the eve of solstice calls us to our curled up places….

think about the stillness, then the sound, & then the perception that follows….direct pointing & intimate words are devices that awaken that which is already there…John Daido Loori

surrender to dark…..hold your secret life…hold the chaos close…

silently & serenely one forgets all words…clearly & vividly, it apprears before you…when one realizes it, it is vast & without edges…..Hongzhi Zhengjue

bake cookies…drink tea…be warm…find the moon & sit with your secrets….

within the game

I played.....he won the $1....

I can read page after page of these….amazing….they saunter from one point to another…..like floating…..

For some odd reason, Nietzsche reminds me of this….

The creative imagination requires a certain abandon & disregard for results, which often paradoxically generates the most useful outcomes…

Yet, everything that we perceive & feel potentially contributes to the creative vision….Shaun McNiff…Trust the Process

Heading into winter….ready for the cold, easy breath of lighter, darker, mistier days….surreal light…

Nesting into the studio…..taking my philosophy with me….my resistance, my sensitivity, my inflexibility, my rituals, my dialogue, my heart, my attention….

Leaving my expectations at the door….

It is enough to move through winter balancing Nietzsche’s strange & beautiful arias with an internal vision of open heart….

oryoki….that which contains just enough…..

Floating between desire & enough…..

My life has been the poem I would have writ, but I could not both live & utter it……Henry David Thoreau