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.
Monday, May 2, 2016
Right Speech
With mindfulness we may enjoy producing only right speech,
the kind of speech that goes along with understanding, compassion, joy, and
forgiveness….we can produce right speech at every moment, loving speech that
will bear our signature. This is what we
hand down to our children and to the world. ] Thich
Nhat Hanh, Reconciliation, healing the inner child, Parallax, 2010, p.21
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my mother used to say
“think before you talk”
I ignored her
and now, so many years later
with her face and voice a memory from the distant past
(she died 26 years ago)
I am appreciative of her wisdom
she was a woman in whom the waters ran deep
but she did not know how to express herself
and rarely showed emotion
she was a woman of action
rather than words
far more comfortable
ironing my underwear (yes indeed)
and backing cookies,
and making amazing meals
than saying “I love you”
but I do not remember her using words to hurt
she was always “mindful” of what she said
and expected her children to do the same
and she taught us, through her few words
and her many actions
to be people of understanding, compassion, joy, and
forgiveness
tiny she was
but in that small frame was also joy
and great wisdom
a willingness to serve, to
give and give, and then give some more
in her work with the church, 4H, girl scouts, and more!
and she was there, creating a place
in which my sisters and I could grow up safely
was she perfect? absolutely
not!
but her words, and actions bore her signature
and was a gift
she passed down to her children
she had right speech
right action
coming out of right thought
for she loved God deeply
and it showed
may my thoughts
my words
and my actions
reflect the heritage
which I have been given
thanks mom
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