go where light goes

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In the vast abyss before time, self
is not, and soul commingles
with mist, and rock, and light. In time,
soul brings the misty self to be.
Then slow time hardens self to stone
while ever lightening the soul,
till soul can loose its hold of self
and both are free and can return
to vastness and dissolve in light,
the long light after time.

~Ursula K. Le Guin

what do you love? how do you follow light, love, and essence?

inquiry for today~   lightness of being today……

sassy moods

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.

~Walt Whitman

 

2 thoughts on “go where light goes

  1. I love giving the old and the sad things to laugh about. I love the sound of a creek, the music of birds, and the color red. I love the sound of children’s laughter, particularly of toddlers. I love my first cup of morning coffee while having a quiet time to think, pray, and journal. I love laughing out loud at the silly things I do. I love smiling at strangers and seeing them come alive and smile back. I love my soft bed that hugs me with my silky comforter that makes me feel cuddled. I love the sparkly eyes of my 96 year old friend and my 10 year old granddaughter and my one year old great-grandson. I love remembering the spontaneous expression of delight and gratefulness from my granddaughter with autism when she opened the album of photos of her learning to ride horses. I loved the incredible concern and tenderness my grown children showered on my husband and me during his long months of dying. I love making vegetable soup to share on the first crisp day of autumn. I loved having a small picnic party when my husband woke up out of pain and hungry at three in the morning. I love sharing tears of joy when someone really feels the love of God. Wow! I could go on and on. Thank you! Today was challenging and frustrating and I left me feeling inadequate. This was a wonderful way out of all that!

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