where the trees breathe

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I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.

I choose to inhabit my days to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart,
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.

I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom
goes on as fruit.

…..Donna Markova

direct intuitive knowing lies beneath the shadows…..shadows are so pretty under trees and under all our challenges…..may our illusions of perfection soften…..

Ground is what lies beneath our feet. It is the place where we already stand; a state of recognition, the place or the circumstances to which we belong whether we wish to or not. It is what holds and supports us, but also what we do not want to be true; it is what challenges us, physically or psychologically, irrespective of our hoped for needs. It is the living, underlying foundation that tells us what we are, where we are, what season we are in and what, no matter what we wish in the abstract, is about to happen in our body, in the world or in the conversation between the two….David Whyte

One of the most important characteristics distinguishing man from all other forms of nature is his knowledge of transitoriness, of beginning and end, and therefore of the gift of time. In man, transitory life attains its peak of animation, of soul power, so to speak. This does not mean man alone would have a soul. Soul quality pervades all beings. But man’s soul is most awake in his knowledge of the inter-changeability of the terms “existence” and “transitoriness.” To man, time is given like a piece of land, as it were, entrusted to him for faithful tilling; a space in which to strive incessantly, achieve self-realization, move onward and upward. Yes, with the aid of time, man becomes capable of wresting the immortal from the mortal…..Thomas Mann

5 thoughts on “where the trees breathe

  1. The seed we plant in the soil of time, should blossom, bear fruit, and nurture the soul as it journeys forth. Will we learn to choose wisely what we plant in our garden …?

  2. Your first note here is one of my favorites for it speaks not only of beauty and mystery, but of choice – the choice to bloom, to allow, to unfold. May we find the place that blooms with the wildflowers we dreamed, where crickets sing already of our coming home. I love this, blue. (and you the more) ❤

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