There are no rules now.

You who bore me, taught me, raised me,

Mother, Father, friends, lovers,

You are my brothers and sisters ow.

All that you taught me to help me in life

Is no longer true, unless I find it so.

Your truths for you, mine for me.

But I, being some part child still,

Grieve for the missing parents to be no more,

Nor to be a parent myself.

No longer even a child of God but co-creator.

This is frightening.

This glorious.

….Jane Bishop

the lonely visions and the familiarity with all that is ugly can integrate and melt into all that we know as achingly beautiful…..abundance is not quite what we expect…..it is mostly about being present to the wild fragrances and weirdnesses we encounter….they are the riches of who we are……

It is a challenging practice, but by accepting our limitations, we are forced to find life where we are. And in the mysterious space that opens before us, we begin to sense the specialness already in everything from the broken ladder to the bud of a rose three days from breaking ground. In actuality, each moment is pregnant with the fundamental truth that life is not calling from the corner of our eye, but is everywhere at once, waiting for us to enter. All that being said, to openly engage the life of being and feeling is an active physic that returns us to that place inside that doesn’t change……Mark Nepo

fantasies alive

I have walked through many lives,

some of them my own,

and I am not who I was,

though some principle of being

abides, form which I struggle

not to stray.

…Stanley Kunitz