fall in love everyday & why being rational is overrated

the glow

Seeing the ordinary world clearly is a source of raw material & inspiration. Strangely enough, you don’t need to learn how to be artistic. It is as natural as breathing & the beating of your heart. Nevertheless, natural artistry is often inaccessible because it is concealed. A good analogy is the way the sun constantly radiates light even though you can’t always see it. Artistry arises from mind’s natural wakefulness, creativity, & humor when the obstacles are cleared away. Before you can learn to remove the clouds, you need to understand their nature…..A. Karr & M. Wood

this is why we laugh at ourselves, play outside, fall in love everyday, & eat ice cream…

Beyond rational & critical thinking, we need to be called again. This can lead to the discovery of a ‘second naivete,’ which is a return to the joy of our first naivete, but now totally new, inclusive, & mature thinking…..Paul Ricoeur

 return to joy….

sacred space…..the profound cave where our lives echo….

a lifetime of preparing for full moons...

When we set aside a certain area as a special or sacred precinct….we are engaging in the ancient act of making ‘temenos’….marking out a space appropriate for a certain spirit that breathes life into our activity…We need thresholds in our daily lives, so that we clearly move from one sphere of life to another. Our souls need a variety of places where they can retreat & disappear from life. Parks, beaches, trails, daydreaming, night dreams, distraction, memory & many other things fit in the category of rapture, each requiring a temenos that is created with imagination & protected firecely & aggressively…..Thomas Moore

the key to temenos seems to be unerring boundaries…. empty & filled require distinct thresholds….mirroring our lives….our relationships……our dreams & our choices…spiraling up from a ‘garden of wildflowers’ & once we understand our soul-roots it becomes ’our garden’…knowing intuitively where our spirit thrives & where enchantment wanes….

The Wanderer explores the interweavings between psyche & nature, how a dream or a place may suggest a place in nature in which to wander or an image to seek in his wanderings. Or he might ramble in the wild & run smack into a repeating dreamscape from childhood, his eyes wide & mouth agape. Now what will he do? Inner & outer wanderings & boundaries support, extend, & enrich one another- a key feature of soulcraft….Bill Plotkin

waxing & waning moons in the sky are subtle reminders to carve out that same moon space in our hearts….to soar up from the canyon, we only need to step outside for a moment at the end of the day….wander in our souls just to seek & disappear in one cycle of breath….

create your own meaning of liminality…..

flying our wishes out in a stream of magic….an ode to joy…

whimsy wands...

I make what I call ‘whimsy wands’……a variation on the magic wand……I have sold  them at craft shows & I give them to kids & kids at heart….they elicit the most wonderful response……joyful, caught of guard, playful….made of sticks & shells, feathers & ribbons & other fun stuff…..a little magic to be strewn about….lightening our load with a laugh & a wish…

this is the essence of our beauteous & vibrant existence…..the one we forget we own….the contradictions of a seemingly unexceptional self….a belly laugh rising like a beast from the mysterious depths of ordinary life, hurling us out of our usual identity….an intensity of living becomes available, graced with the authenticity of joy….

something special about a childlike, whimsical, make-believe moment…

When the puer (‘child’ in Latin) shows up, it offers great promise. We may find the puer rising after a period of cool discontent or fallow wintering of the soul. Its appearance signals a renaissance of possiblility. The puer is our creativity. The puer is an aspect of the spiritual side of a man or woman complimenting the deep, downward, grounded soul. It keeps us moving, looking ahead, creating & imagining…..Thomas Moore

find a little heart space… 

When we feel joy, our whole life lights up. When we feel joy, our light extends to everyone in our experience. In our presence, people who hide in the darknesss of judgment & criticism suddenly see the light that shines inside themselves. If you want to do God’s work, find the light that lies in your mind & heart. Feel the fire in the heart that comes from your gratitude, your appreciation of your life just the way it is. Because you feel joy in the moment, the warmth in your heart is given wings. ….Paul Ferrini

fearlessness, wonderment & a little glitter

offbeat

……it’s an off-kilter, swishy, cool, funky, free-wheelin’, mardi-gras dancin’, sweet moon, mess-in-the-studio, shake it up, belly laugh, wearin’ glitter…..

….kind of feelin’….

….it has something to do with love…& the fullness of life…

Love is the secret you unmask yourself to find, the destination where all roads of the journey lead. Dig up the acorn that holds the indestructible seeds of your genius & your joy. Rewrite your victim story. String the beads of your life necklace with care & compassion, faith & fearlessness. Cultivate a sense of wonder…..Elizabeth Lesser

write your own story….

charm your way into your own dance,

your own nuance, your own magic….

gather your beads, write your own story…..

while gathering soul,

I prefer a cool mask with feathers, lots of glitter, & a boa….

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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

what is hidden behind the moon?

roar of silence...

If we had a keen vision & feeling of all ordinary life, it would be like hearing the grass grow & the squirrel’s heartbeat & we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence…..George Eliot

Making wishes to the night sky….upon a star…..something magical in that silence of a wish…inspires an opening….no goal setting……no implementation….no roadblocks..

a  place of ease…a natural resting place…

It is the other side of silence…..playful…..deeper than mystery….

Somehow….the most beautiful place we go when in silence….wishing & waiting….. becomes not about the outcome anymore…

It’s the stillness, the intention coming from wonderment…

Receiving… 

Maybe this sweet spot is grace…this silence its own reward…the stars & moon a place to rest your heart…

‘A mystical experience is a sense of your not being what you thought you were, an experience of your heart’s or mind’s true nature. It is a startingly clear & moving feeling.’…Mark Epstein

Clear….like the night sky…..like the space behind the moon…