Light Hole

I only know a little about dark holes...

what I do know keeps me at a distance.

Learning that "not even light is fast enough to escape its pull,"

gives a whole new flavor to things.

"Wouldn't it help to name the wide abyss in the center of your

heart a cauldron of brimming hope?

Reading these words and imagining my heart 

as a cauldron brimming with hope is an enchanting affair.

It makes me want to fling open 

the inner doors and windows

so this hope can permeate every vein, 

every artery. every inch

of inner soil.

"There can be no further collapse.

Only the steady evaporaton of a love so singular 

it ends in a flash, a final sung note

made by the immensity of what it carries."

This is so potent when I think of my life force,

with its steady evaporation...

 I find myself lost for words... 

stunned by amazement.

 

Standing Back

"Human or Frog?"

rrrbit rrrbit rrrbit.

No contest.

 

Limitless

This is like several tee shirts all in one place.

Oak and Ant and Silence are the ones I'm most drawn to.

"When the wind blows, bend easily and trust your roots to hold."

"Small does not mean powerless."

"In the quiet, everything comes clear."

 

You Drew The Line

"the weight of your own worth"

It's astronomical!

"Stand where you are.

Let it be heaven.

"Root down."

My favorite line.

"I can do epic things.

We all know the epic things

we can do and are doing.

We're in this together and

I'm glad you're here.

 

A Kiss

I am swept away with this.

So many delicious and 

delightful words and phrases.

 I love every sentence. 

May it bring you joy.

Thank you for being here.

 

The Most Casual of Moments

"I experienced a sudden impact, a seizure of happiness. It was not

the drowning sort of happiness, rather the floating sort."

"I did not feel that I understood any mystery, . . . rather

that I could be happy and feel blessed within the perplexity."

". . .only a sudden awareness of the citizenry

 of all things within one world. . ."

This is so deeply, quietly, beautiful and potently real.

My breathing slows and settles the rocking molecules

spinning around inside from all the outside "perplexity".

My heartbeat steadies as I let her words sink in.

There is space within the tightness of our time.

"the most casual of moments"

I find myself choked up at the thought of

what a legacy Mary Oliver has left for us.

 

With My Open Heart As Bait

"Could I throw out my line to the ocean of the world,

stand there at the edge, patient and still, and say to life,

anything, anything at all, whatever you give me,

I'll reel it in, I'll take it?"

This is a generous thought about awareness and acceptance, isn't it?

Here's my question. 

Do we have a choice?

Aren't we going to be reeling it in regardless?

What is the alternative?

To drop the pole of life and sit there empty handed and witless?

When I think of what we're reeling in right now,

I'm thinking we're doing a mighty good job of taking it.

For me, the question is, now what? 

 I want to toss it in the bin and throw out my line again.

Reel in something with better taste and higher nourishment.

There's a choice!

That's something I'm happy to catch.

If we're speaking of unspeakable tragedy...

Like the loss of a precious someone we hold dear,

I'm not sure I could throw out my line, 

reel it in, take it. Not willingly.

Not sitting still and patient.

I resist extending that invitation.

Thing is, I can't drop this pole of life.

I can only rely on grace to be there

with me to transfigure a grievous catch.

Much easier to write about than to live through.

 

Untameable

"Such writing can open your eyes and your heart...

reenchant your world...rearrange how you see it. 

 It can return you to yourself."

This is the kind of writing I am on the look out for.

It touches my heart, shifts the way I view something,

gives me chills, forms a lump in my throat...

the gratitude and appreciation I feel for those

who open their hearts and share their souls with us is huge.

"I cannot cause light: the most I can do is

try to put myself in the path of its beam."

Isn't this exactly what all of us are doing?

Cosying up as close to the warmth of the beam

as we can get?  Feeling it comfort us and guide us?

It doesn't need a name.  It doesn't need a building.

It needs us, together, soaking up the light

and bringing it with us wherever we are.

 

Extraordinary

"You don't need to do anything."

It's comforting to be reminded of this.

Even as a tiny part of me wants to quibble a bit

as I cannot imagine doing nothing in today's world, can you?

Seems like it would require a host of supporters.

There is an article in Atlantic by Alan Lightman titled

The Ordinary Miracle of Existing which gives exquisite detail 

to how extraordinary it is each of us is here. 

(The link is good for 14 days without a paywall.)

I'm more than delighted to consider myself as

trees, clouds, running water, fllickering of fire,

an arrangement of stars and/or the form of a galaxy.

 

Hibernate

When I ponder how the last 17 years has flown by,

hibernating underground like a cicada sounds alluring.

Then, I think of all I would have missed...some of it gladly, 

but so much, so very much that would have been a tragedy.

It is a reminder of the land of plenty and goodness...

the land of treasured loved ones and friendships,

the land of wonderful books

and special celebrations that I am alive in.

I'm overwhelmed with the joy of being here...

Maybe it takes this long

to understand what an astonishment it is.

If I had a magic wand, I'd give this 

to every 17 year old out there.

Soon enough, I'll get to know what its like

"to intimately be with this ancient breathing pulse,

to settle sweetly into the night,

hugged by the ground"

carried by the sky,

dissolved into the rivers,

able to explore the expanses of outer space,

and the majesty of the mycelial network.

No special equipment needed.

Won't that be something?

 

Within Each One Of Us

How exquisitely rich, insightful and fitting for this time.

And prophetic.  She died in 1992!  

Sadly, it's not a machine.  

It's human beings who live on this earth with us.

Soulless and sad, filled with greed and fear.

Their vibrations rippling throughout our world.

"To overcome another vibration, one must develop the ability to maintain

 a high vibration under pressure and not just seek high-vibration environments."

Author unknown

 

I Know It's Scary

" the real you...

the you you meet in the dark at 2AM"

This is my least favorite "me".

It takes effort to look past the aspects I consider flaws.

She is fearful and mostly focused on failings.

I do not look forward to witnessing her surveys.

I want to run for cover when she shows up.

Yet, she is part of me.  

Instead of dismissing and shutting her out

I hope to listen with curiosity, acceptance and respect,

even when its extremely difficult and 

all I want is to go back to sleep.

Choosing her (or him) is the bravest 

act we can make.

Loving who we find in all our messy glory 

is worth the effort, don't you think?

I'm grateful you are here.

 

ReWilding

I am completely smitten by this poem.

It motivates me to mow less and meadow more.

"I won't be mowing Eden to inches

to feel like I am a god."

"We cannot let [her] die on our watch."

 

Eagle Poem

"And know there is more that you can't see, can't hear;

can't know except in moments steadily growing..."

This comforts me as I witness the surface of things in today's world.

It reminds me to look deeper...to go still and listen carefully.

"We see you, see ourselves and know that we must

take the utmost care and kindness in all things."

So many of us are doing this it is surely making

giant waves in the unseen world.  Growing and 

expanding with steady power and might.

"We are truly blessed because we were born,

and will die soon within a true circle of motion."

Witnessing the motion of the sky above,

and the seasons as they circle around,

it seems right and holy that we are circling as well.

May it be done in beauty.

In beauty.

 

Going Back To Magic

A simple, repetitive refrain.

Associating magic with religion.

Isn't that marvelous?

Especially when religion is

"of rocks, the lake, the water, the sky.

I would add:

the river, the forest, the air,

and many other natural things.

"that's what I believe in."