I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!
Arthur Darby Nock
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
love and be happy
When all your desires are distilled
You will cast just two votes:
To love more, And be happy.
I woke up early this morning
I didn't have to
I am taking a breahter
yet here I am
already engaged in the week
on the other side of this day
what ever happened to today
why not shut off the mind
why not quit looking back
and quit looking forward
Maybe I should......
pet the cat
sit on the patio and read
enjoy the horses as they race around the pasture
feeling their oats
(OK, alfalfa treats)
pull a few weeds
enjoy the flowers
watch a cloud float by
watch the birds eat at my feeders
(they are really lovely little things)
but crawl my way back to center
the sacred lives
Maybe I should just love
and be happy
“If busyness can become a kind of violence, we do not have to stretch
our perception very far to see that Sabbath time – effortless,
nourishing rest – can invite a healing of this violence. When we
consecrate a time to listen to the still, small voices, we remember the
root of inner wisdom that makes work fruitful. We remember from where we
are most deeply nourished, and see more clearly the shape and texture
of the people and things before us.”