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.

Elizabeth Browning

Saturday, September 15, 2018


“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion."
[The Minotaur]” ― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays


Shu the cat, the tiny calico she demon
Has the number of Finn the dog, large wussy dog

It is clear they have met in dark alleys
And it is equally clear that Finn has felt the sting of Shu’s claws

Finn will still cavort, jumping and diving around Shu, enticing her to play
But Finn is no fool
And he knows when to stop

Indeed, he has launched his 70 plus pounds toward the door
On his way out
Only to meet Shu, one her way in

You have never seen a dog stop so quickly

There are times to dive into the fray
But there are also times to pull away

Retreat is not a bad word
It does not reflect weakness...

Sometimes it is merely a recognition on one’s limits, and it is time for re-creation.
Sometimes it is a way to admit that one has lost one’s way, and it is time to evaluate
Sometimes it is simply a matter of running into a wall, and needing to find another road towards the same destination.

And sometimes it is because who we are, in the middle of the fray
Is not who we want to be

Sometimes we need to retreat not because we are losing, or lost, or stuck
But because we are becoming whom we do not want to be

And we must retreat
To find the Sacred
To find the Sacred within us
To find ourselves

“Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile.” (Thich Nhat Hanh)

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