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gathering tools
I was walking home late one afternoon after the rain showers had stopped. Everything was steamy and moist. I was at the edge of the park when the sun suddenly came out, lighting up the green in a...
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where is the light breeze?
Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength. …..St. Francis de Sale patterns in flowers…..how decay can re-enliven us……the truth of our deep pain…….and the fragrance of...
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muddy truth
We’re born with an aftertaste of Oneness and a thirst for weeds and earth, as the angel deep within us needs our hands, to make a dance of all this hurt. It has us reach beyond our limits, till we...
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waiting it out
Free is not free from feelings, but free to feel each one and let it move on, unafraid of the movement to live. ~Jack Kornfield we learn from mistakes, from beginner’s mind, from unknowing our old...
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when all else fails
Oh do you have time to linger for just a little while out of your busy and very important day for the goldfinches that have gathered in a field of thistles for a musical battle, to see who can sing...
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new year….and now?
I’m heading into 2017 aspiring to look at life thru the eyes of a child. Buddhists call it “beginner’s mind”—a corrective to the cynicism that comes when we let hard realities darken our vision and...
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essential for mercy
I have lived large parts of my life in wonderful circumstances that I utterly failed to appreciate. Reasons to be happy were everywhere, but somehow I didn’t connect with them. It was as though I was...
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how we save ourselves
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me....
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to hear the greening
I wake and once again the trees have come the trees have once again grown through me in sleep a tiny forest tiny tangled copse come to populate all the windswept all the empty spaces dendritic roots...
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lift up
It exists… It’s real. I can call it a misunderstanding, but I can’t pretend that it doesn’t exist, or will ever cease to exist. Suffering is the condition on which we live. And when it comes, you know...
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