the art of gathering quietude

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It could happen any time, tornado,

earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.

Or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could, you know. That’s why we wake

and look out- no guarantees

in this life.

But some bonuses, like morning,

like right now, like noon,

like evening.

…..William Stafford

this art of gathering in and down and in-between shows us how to ruminate away from exhaustion, anxiety, and brokenness…..what is distorted is filtered and reshaped into new joys and sorrows…..this arc of sanity invites us into space that does not spin off into an endless storyline…..may you measure your life in calm grooves…..

Like any skill, mindfulness needs effort. But many of us have been told- or tell ourselves- that we don’t try hard enough, haven’t got it in us, or fail because we’re lazy. So we may try too hard, thinking we have to do everything perfectly. This makes the whole business of effort a bit tricky. The commitment we cultivate in mindfulness practice is nonjudgmental. We’re loyal to the present moment, which takes the form of a willingness to gently come back from distraction again and again. It also includes compassionate acceptance when our mind wanders off. When we notice how we judge ourselves for not being good enough, or our meditation for ‘not working,’ it helps to remember that each moment starts fresh. We are never damned; we can renew our commitment in every moment. Noticing our distraction is a cause for celebration, not recrimination…..Ed Halliwell

don’t miss it……

We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery store
and the gas station and the green market and
Hurry up honey, I say, hurry,
as she runs along two or three steps behind me
her blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down.
Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave?
To mine? Where one day she might stand all grown?
Today, when all the errands are finally done, I say to her, Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry—
you walk ahead of me. You be the mother.
And, Hurry up, she says, over her shoulder, looking
back at me, laughing. Hurry up now darling, she says,
hurry, hurry, taking the house keys from my hands.

…….Marie Howe

4 thoughts on “the art of gathering quietude

  1. Marie Howes story reminds me of “A Father Forgets” … Here of course she realizes what she had done to her daughter, but what are we doing to ourselves? At my job the worst thing that I perceive can happen is to get my name into a cell on a spreadsheet, then it’s all about deadlines, resources, and excuses, over dates that are nothing more than figments of the collective imagination … Where are we rushing too?, is a wonderful question … Another morning sunrise, or sunset violet haze, the evening star, the southern cross … We ARE stardust, we ARE golden, and we are here to get ourselves back to the garden … Moments of sacred peace for you today …

    • I love this too……..I am a victim of my to-do lists on many days, and I love these fierce reminders to live. I am leaving the desk and going sailing today……wishing you the deep knowing of your real day g.f.s…..

  2. I love this, Blue, and yes, I am reminded often to slow down…… take a pause, to sit in the shade and eat cantaloupe with pepper, to whisper back to the pines, to breathe and wait and enjoy the being……….to raise my face to the sun, knowing love settles there. The morning was spent pulling weeds; the afternoon sweats with quiet sweet (hurry) anticipation. Maybe a glass of tea and a favored book of poems, or rolling in purple wildflowers…… Let us always be reminded of ‘friends in low places’. Perhaps I’ll head for the baitshop, buy some crickets and set them free. 🙂 ~ Love to you……. ‘lead on indeed’……. ~ Bobbie

    • with deepest gratitude for these lovely visuals of ‘blissness’…..a rich and heady, soft and full, space-making to-do list….ahhhh……may you fall into a dreamless, anchored sleep……love to you too Bobbie…..

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