unpredictable self-surrender

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How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary seabird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit hear forever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.   ~Virginia Woolf

these wee bits offer us a reverie of our senses….of what keeps us from each other….of what moves in and what moves out….

inquiry for today~   senseless moments of savoring whatever is in front of us…..how will you pray today? and for whom?

our loss

There is a timing

larger than any of us, a

readiness that comes and goes

like the heat that makes

our secret walls melt.

How many times have I passed

exactly what I need, only

noticing the stream

when troubled by thirst.

The mystery is that

whoever shows up

when we dare to give

has exactly what we need

hidden in their trouble.

~Mark Nepo

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