When we cry out Help, or whisper it into our chests, we enter the paradox of not going limp and not feeling so hopeless that we can barely walk, and we release ourselves from the absolute craziness of trying to be our own- or other people’s- higher powers. Help. We can be freed from a damaging insistence on forward thrust, from a commitment to running wildly down a convenient path that might actually be taking us deeper into the dark forest. Praying Help means that we ask that Something give us the courage to stop in our tracks, right were we are, and turn our fixation away from the Gordian knot of our problems. We stop the toxic peering and instead turn our eyes to something else: to our feet on the sidewalk, to the middle distance, to the hills, whence our help comes- someplace else, anything else. Maybe this is a shift of only eight degrees, but can be a miracle. It may be one of those miracles where your heart sinks, because you think it means you have lost. But in surrender you have won. And if it were me, after a moment, I would say, Thanks….Anne Lamott
this is the gift we often try to give back….presence and the surprising little sweetnesses….like ice cream and hugs and memories and innocence……these gifts counterbalance the rift between love and us….
I keep telling strangers that
to be in the presence of those
with whom you can both share
pain and celebrate just waking
is the answer to loneliness.
Such friendship makes the shar-
ing of pizza in a noisy pub and the
standing in silence as the old oak
creaks all one could ask for.
In truth, this process of being
worn to only what is raw and
essential never ends.
It’s as if a great bird lives inside
the stone of our days and since
no sculptor can free it, it has to
wait for the elements to wear us
down until it’s free to fly.
….Mark Nepo
It would be a supreme accomplishment to live in close communion with my careful watchful core. To do what it says. To be careful when it says be careful. To nourish it with woods and silence when it asks to be nourished. To nurture those friendships, relationships it guides me to; to avoid those it asks me to avoid. To tune into guidance that comes to me in senses and colors, guidance that I can’t put into words, but that I can feel……..Roderick MacIver
We learn to listen, and we learn to act … These divergent ideas become the cornerstone of existence, to have the knowledge to act harmlessly, yet deliberately. What is created for us in coming to be is perfect, yet we still need to learn to become perfect conscious creators … May the springs full moon bring new light to your path ..
soaking up the wisdom of the moon g.f.s…..listening here……spring rains and evening walks too……