Thursday, November 20, 2014

Gayla Jay: Walk With Me

A poem by my sweet beautiful friend Gayla...
~ Molly


Walk With Me

Walk with me
Carry my bag from the car
You know I'm tired 
As always.
It's a long way to be with you
To hear the wind in the trees and watch 
The fog in the valley below
Walk with me
Hold my hand as we go
Into the big wood to
The small pond
The ground is moist and 
The wetland is scented with
The smell of growth and decay and
Somehow love.
Walk with me
Keeping silent
Noticing how loud
The silence is
It's a long way to be with you
Gratitude binds my return
To you, the big wood, the
Open fields and more
Walk with me

- Gayla Jay
 

Mary Oliver: White Eyes


 White Eyes
 
In winter
    all the singing is in
         the tops of the trees
             where the wind-bird

with its white eyes
    shoves and pushes
         among the branches.
             Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,
    but he's restless—
         he has an idea,
             and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings
    as long as he stays awake.
         But his big, round music, after all,
             is too breathy to last.

So, it's over.
    In the pine-crown
         he makes his nest,
             he's done all he can.

I don't know the name of this bird,
    I only imagine his glittering beak
         tucked in a white wing
             while the clouds—

which he has summoned
    from the north—
         which he has taught
             to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall
    into the world below
         like stars, or the feathers
               of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,
    that is asleep now, and silent—
         that has turned itself
             into snow.
 
- Mary Oliver

Rumi: Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn


Let yourself be silently drawn
by the strange pull of what you really love.
It will not lead you astray.
- Rumi

(Essential Rumi, versions by Coleman Barks)

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Marian Wright Edelman: Standing Up For the Children


If we don't stand up for children,
then we don't stand for much.



Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Wendell Berry: Window, Window


Window, Window
 
13.
 
Sometimes he thinks the earth
might be better without humans.
He's ashamed of that.
It worries him,
him being a human, and needing
to think well of others
in order to think well of himself.
And there are
a few he thinks well of,
a few he loves
as well as himself almost,
and he would like to say
better.  But history
is so largely unforgivable.
And now his might government
wants to help everybody
even if it has to kill them
to do it - like the fellow in the story
who helped his neighbor to Heaven:
'I heard the Lord calling him,
Judge, and I sent him on.'
According to the government
everybody is just waiting
to be given a chance
to be like us.  He can't
go along with that.
 
Here is a thing, flesh of his flesh,
that he hates.  He would like
a little assurance
that no one will destroy the world
for some good cause.
Until he dies, he would like his life
to pertain to the earth.
But there is something in him
that will wait, even
while he protests,
for things turn out as they will.
Out his window this morning
he saw nine ducks in flight,
and a hawk dive at his mate
in delight.
The day stands apart
from the calendar.  There is a will
that receives it as enough.
He is given a fragment of time
in this fragment of the world.
He likes it pretty well.
 
~ Wendell Berry ~
 
(Window Poems)
 
 
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Monday, November 17, 2014

Debbie Ford: Your Life Will Be Transformed


Your life will be transformed 
when you make peace with your shadow. 
The caterpillar will become a breathtakingly 
beautiful butterfly. You will no longer have to pretend 
to be someone you're not. You will no longer 
have to prove you're good enough. 
When you embrace your shadow 
you will no longer have to life in fear. 
Find the gifts of your shadow and you will finally 
revel in all the glory of your true self. 
Then you will have the freedom to create 
the life you have always desired.

 

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Tara Brach: Deep Healing

 
When someone says to us, as Thich Nhat Hanh suggests, 
"Darling, I care about your suffering," 
a deep healing begins.
 
 

 

Thomas Berry: The Great Work

The Great Work, now as we move into a new millennium, is to carry out the transition from a period of human devastation of the Earth to a period when humans would be present to the planet in a mutually beneficial manner.

The deepest cause of the present devastation is found in a mode of consciousness that has established a radical discontinuity between the human and other modes of being and the bestowal of all rights on the humans.

All human activities, professions, programs, and institutions must henceforth be judged primarily by the extent to which they inhibit, ignore, or foster a mutually enhancing human/Earth relationship.
- Thomas Berry

For more, please go here:
http://blog.gaiam.com/quotes/authors/thomas-berry