. “We’re going to sleep!” they said, and there was HAPPINESS in this. Casting their crowns… shedding their now breathtakingly beautiful clothes… slipping into that gentle place behind the sun… The Trees are performing a play of Impermanence, wholeheartedly embracing the turn of the Wheel. There is no fear. There is no resistance. …
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i.DID!
. JUST MARRIED!!!! <3 .
[an]anniversary
. Today is October 26, 2010, 2:49 PM. Today on October 26, 2009, 2:49 PM, as I sat at my desk processing paperwork, I received an email containing only eleven words: Lloyd… I just took a pg test and I am pregnant! Melissa and I immediately jumped on the …
I Know.
. It amazes me how even the thought, the mere intention of something is often times enough to set things rolling. I have an inner shaman I have felt for quite some time, and known I need to connect with… it has been made crystal clear to me lately— from several sources— that …
Loving o[urself]thers
. Lesson of the month: When we take no time for ourselves, we have nothing to give even our dearest loved ones. If I let the neverending chores and things that need doing (things that will ever be marching in, ever neverending) constantly take my time and energy first, there will never be …
bodyLess
. The last two and a half days, I have been out of my body. All this time has completely gone. Nothing but laying in bed, clutching my head, interrupted only by trips to the toilet bowl to wretch the rest of my body some more. And what did I learn? Listening …
You Have Seen
. O soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul. [Rumi] .
How Far!
. I saw the train go by again today. I remember all the times I sat at my desk and watched it roll along, wondering when it was my turn, when it would take me away… How far I have come! No longer do I feel misplaced, unfit, unseen… no longer …
[an.Opening]
After allthe prayershave been said,and the tears shedand the uncomfortable silences, when we cannot respond, enduredthere remainsthe soft, tender sorrowthat time does not heal. And in that sorrow,Fatah,an openingto the genuine sadnessof being alive—open tothe absolute necessityof letting goof everyoneand everythingwe love. We can close offthis deep sadness,or openour tender heartsso widethat our …