it’s all in the details


Everything in the Universe is interconnected.

Within each it is reflected.

….Lourdes Pita

ever forget many important details about an event or a conversation, but you remember the way the light poured in a window or how blue your lover’s eyes were? this way we live in the world is about the subtle and powerful charms of comfort, growth, brokenness, belief, heart to heart knowing, and the breath of life running between everything….

It is the fullness of our attention to whatever is near that has birds fly out of God’s mouth. The months relax and the ice inclosing a bent-over branch thaws, and the snow drops and the branch springs back up after its deathlike sleep. The tree coming into spring teaches us how to let go into renewal. For this is how the freeze around a broken heart thaws. In another part of the world, small brilliant fish mouth pebbles along the ocean sand, sucking off bits of food and spitting back the rest. This is how they comb the bottom, and these small limbless creatures teach us how to suffer and move on, how to sift through what is nourishing and how to give back the rest. And high in the mountains, away from the eyes of others, a small cave with its singular drip collects clear water that is the heartbeat of the mountain. So the center of the Earth itself shows us how to be: one drop of clearness at a time., collecting in the moist center that keeps the soul alive. In practice, if we look closely with our whole being at anything- plants, trees, the human heart, emptiness, fish, even the worn gears of a watch- the same core of deep instruction will rise before us in a language that waits beneath words. The world, it seems, both natural and constructed, is an endless net of particular lessons, each made of the same compelling thread that is always hiding in the open, simply waiting for our complete attention to reveal itself. By pulling at these threads, I have discovered, again and again, the deep and common way of things that is embedded in everything. So when confusion or pain seems to tighten what is possible, when sadness or frustration shrinks your sense of well-being, when worry or fear agitates the peace right out of you, try lending your attention to the nearest thing. Watch how the one shell you brought back years ago from the sea reveals itself, at last, as a face that is telling you how to continue. Give your full attention over to the nearest patch of life- to how an apple peels and juices- and after a while each thing attended will reveal yet another way back to the center……Mark Nepo

simply awakening

One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees

no longer, but one has seen. There is an art in

conducting oneself in lower regions by memory

of what one has seen higher up. When one can

no longer see, one can at least still know.

…Rene Daumal

4 thoughts on “it’s all in the details

  1. I was trying to remember a play my niece was in but could only remember her singing “Come out of the Dumpster” which was enough for my wife to recall it was The Wedding Singer … I still have a photograph in my mind of her singing in front of that dumpster on stage. Maybe it was the strangeness of the moment that stuck?
    I have risen, to heights, and then found myself lost in the fog of the valley, time after time. It seems life is just that way, as above, so below, as in nature so with man. Yes we will find all our truths as surely as the soul knows its way back home, and the maple knows when the sap should start running. May the crocuses find you smiling today …

    • and ‘we will find all our truths’ and then lose them again…..but it doesn’t matter because we have that moment, that timeless knowing without explanation….it seems to sparkle…..this is where we truly live….in between…..this is prayer I think…..may the memory hold you g.f.s….

  2. In those details, we realize truly our own divine presence. Could it be that the details recalled would not have existed without our being, without our acknowledgement of something greater than our abilities to see, to feel, to know. Threads run across and back, knots catch when we least expect them to hold. ~ May the invisible weaving strengthen your heart. ~ Love, Bobbie

    • oh, this is a lovely twist….a remembrance of the awakened heart….a tapestry of ‘holding space’ for the light to catch us……may you be charmed by a divine moment Bobbie…..

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