petal magic

People long for the petal magic of springtime
For their own softness to come back to life
I’m drinking violet petaled water today
And remembering to say thank you.

close up and personal

She is here, without a doubt
because I am.
 
This is not blasphemy
nor hubris.
 I couldn't see or feel the way I do
without Her.
 
This is divinity, 
close up and personal,
and real as far as I am.

lunch

I made my son lunch today

and fed him my listening.





lamb shank and white bean stew
à la Julia Child

life drawing

drawing was the way I came in touch
with the mysterious beauty of the natural world.

when the way falls away
mysterious beauty becomes all there is
and ever was.

it is the life in all forms

seeing seen unseen

always being beauty.

holy ordinary

delusions of grandeur
were once seeded
 blamelessly
out of illusions
of small, other and not enough.

When the King dies, so must the Queen.
Long live Truth.
She reigns Absolute.
 
holy ordinary
gifts
glimpses
of truth.

Surprised at first,
you might be blown away,
humbled
by the very fact
That you are That.

You might be convinced
never again to lie
(and you probably will…..)

about who you are,
about who “they” are.

seeing from the heart
      the really obvious presence in that tree
      is beyond anything you could make up.

holy resides in this form
And that form
And that one, too.…


The ground of body
Supporting breath
Is holy ordinary.

Feel the support.
Always.
All ways.
Every cell
Is held in this moment
Breathing with you...

The most natural movement
is to bow
in gratitude for the glimpse,
for the felt sense of belonging
In such a kingdom.

daily life - the holy ordinary

This is what it looks like 

when there is nothing more to do 

than to do what I do, 

and nothing more to be than this, living.

No one has asked me to do anything differently,

So I watch eat pray love, have a wonderful meal and enjoy being here now.

That’s it.

Memory of being in Italy, voraciously

Memory of being in love

Memory of the challenge of his frustrations and moods.

What a quiet night,

Frogs alone now.

The Cicadas have hummed their own lives into silence.

taking out the trash

While taking out some trash this afternoon
I observed how quiet it was outside.
In the ordinariness of this action 
I became very aware of myself as silence
 in relation to Nature. 
even when sounds arise from her, she feels silent.

the thought crossed my mind,

what if I really practiced being here

without creating more noise in my head 
or believing the drama that continues to find form there, 
through my believing in and perhaps even needing it, 
just to avoid this silence?

the drama inside my head

has a way of spilling down into my body

somehow enticing nerve endings to believe there is something exciting happening

which sends this message back to brain

and brain tells me I have a life, a dramatic, exciting one!

I am giving myself a little bit of a hard time, pulling my leg a bit.
I love symbols, I love interpretations, I love creative life. 
and I love the drama of the contrasts.

But to watch, 
to listen
 with a bit less need for the drama?
Is this possible?
I'm game.

even this game has an allure to it....
but really, I am curious.
it is a practical experiment with inner silence.

Can I observe the effort to create drama and let it go?
Can I be alone 
in this pulsing life 
without making more of myself than is real and authentic?

How will I know what is  real?
I am fascinated already.

Oh, I feel Her pulling me in again..............