Saturday, January 30, 2010
Before *signing off* to begin my day of study, I post this reminder to myself, hoping it will offer some guidance to others on the Path as well.
May it be so!
-- Thich Nhat Hanh, reminding us to step into the world of love
On this path, effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure. Even a little effort toward spiritual awareness will protect you from the greatest fear.
-- Bhagavad Gita
To be truly secure, we must begin to find a source of security within ourselves. Even the bravest among us have many fears. Behind the attachment to money or possessions, for example, you will always find the fear of loss. Attachment to prestige brings the nagging fear of what others think of us. The thirst for power feeds the fear that others may be stronger. Every self-centered desire brings the fear that we may not get what we desire.
One could make a Sears catalog of these fears, but all stem from one fatal superstition: thinking of ourselves as merely physical creatures, separate from the rest of life. As our sense of oneness with the rest of life deepens, we step out of the world of fear to live in the world of love.
-- Sri Eknath Easwaran
Friday, January 29, 2010
The only way to change the world is to CHANGE OURSELVES! Baby-steps by baby-steps we can move toward freedom in so many ways. Here is one to check out. It may inspire awe, or blow your mind (in a good way) or, best of all, propel us to action (perhaps beginning with a few container plants?):
The Dervaes family wasn't pleased with the direction big farming was going. But they didn't sit around and wait for someone else to come up with a solution for them. Over several decades, they worked to transform the yard space around their house into a grassroots, family-operated, urban homestead located in the midst of the city of Pasadena, CA. Today, they not only grow their own food, but also use alternative energy and fuel sources, practice waste reduction, and overall try to live simply and inspire others through their example.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Without any attempt to speak to or embellish this soulful journey, I offer this wiseman's way...perhaps a new direction...one that I, with all my heart, seek:
THE INNER HISTORY OF A DAY
No one knew the name of this day;
Born quietly from deepest night,
It hid its face in light,
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps
And the light of thought to show the way.
The mind of the day draws no attention;
It dwells within the silence with elegance
To create a space for all our words,
Drawing us to listen inward and outward.
We seldom notice how each day is a holy place
Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens,
Transforming our broken fragments
Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.
Somewhere in us a dignity presides
That is more gracious than the smallness
That fuels us with fear and force,
A dignity that trusts the form a day takes.
So at the end of this day, we give thanks
For being betrothed to the unknown
And for the secret work
Through which the mind of the day
And wisdom of the soul become one.
~ John O'Donohue ~
(from To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings)
About John O'Donohue:
Monday, January 25, 2010
Mary Oliver has done it again -- transported me out of mundane reality to that place of beauty, balance, gratitude, and joy, guiding me in keeping on with what really matters -- seeking sweetness, being astonished, shouting in joy, rejoicing!
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird --
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
-- Mary Oliver
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