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TODAY

Thursday, November 01, 2012


Logan Pass at Sunset, Glacier National Park, Montana

TODAY

The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere
a signal arrives: "Now," and the rays
come down. A tomorrow has come. Open
your hands, lift them: morning rings
all the doorbells; porches are cells for prayer.
Religion has touched your throat. Not the same now,
you could close your eyes and go on full of light.

And it is already begun, the chord
that will shiver glass, the song full of time
bending above us. Outside, a sign:
a bird intervenes; the wings tell the air,
"Be warm." No one is out there, but a giant
has passed through town, widening streets, touching
the ground, shouldering away the stars.

~ William Stafford ~
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And isn't that just a splendid gathering-of-words, together creating an image that is well-described by the Glacier Park photo, such beauty, such promise, such now-ness. Can you tell I just LOVE William Stafford's way of expressing the world and consciousness?

For starters I feel a subtle connection based upon his involvement with the Church of the Brethren, in which my grandfather was a minister. Stafford, born in 1914, declared himself a conscientious objector during WWII. As a registered pacifist, he performed alternative service from 1942 to 1946 in the Civilian Public Service camps operated by the Brethren Service Commission of the Church of the Brethren, which consisted of forestry and soil conservation work. And he did this service in Arkansas, my current place of residence, in California, my native state, and in Illinois, the state where my soul mate was born. And then in 1955, he taught for one academic year at Manchester College in Indiana, a college affiliated with the Church of the Brethren where he had received training during his time in Civilian Public Service.

But even more to the point, his way of being and manner of expression speak to me deeply. Reading the beautiful memoir, *Early Morning: Remembering My Father, William Stafford* written by his son, Kim Stafford, also a poet and essayist, filled out my appreciation and understanding of this man, so my opposite -- timid and reclusive -- who said, "I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don't have any sense of its coming to a kind of crescendo, or of its petering out either. It is just going steadily along."
He kept a daily journal for 50 years, and composed nearly 22,000 poems, of which roughly 3,000 were published. In 2008, the Stafford family gave William Stafford's papers, including the 20,000 pages of his daily writing, to the Special Collections Department at Lewis and Clark College.

The morning of the day in 1993 that he died of a heart attack he had written a poem containing the lines, "'You don't have to / prove anything,' my mother said. 'Just be ready / for what God sends'"

And I read once again...

The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere
a signal arrives: "Now," and the rays
come down. A tomorrow has come. Open
your hands, lift them: morning rings
all the doorbells; porches are cells for prayer.
Religion has touched your throat. Not the same now,
you could close your eyes and go on full of light.

...and continue into the day, more inspired, more ready, thanks to William Stafford, hero incarnate.




YES! I can. GREAT Graphic by my Aussie friend, Jenny (SUNPANTHER)!

RABBIT! RABBIT: Happy November!

I have an overriding feeling of quiet delight this morning -- for no apparent reason and, of course, for myriad reasons. I'm reading Eknath Easwaran's *Love Never Faileth* and about St. Francis, he says that "always, shining through even the most poignant or downright harrowing episodes, there is that joy -- exceeding joy -- just barely subdued." Wouldn't that be a lovely place to live, huh? In spite of all the topsy-turvy world dishes out, to move through in a state of gratitude and liveliness.
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I continue to struggle with "the poundage" but TODAY I HAVE A CLEAR AND ACHIEVABLE GOAL FOR NOVEMBER. I'm hovering between 147-148 these days. By December 1, I intend to be hovering between 139-140. That is SO doable, and I so want to honor this vessel that has carried me through so much for over 70 years, this temple that gives so much, gifting it a lighter journey.

YOU ARE MY WITNESSES! I Can Do This -- OF COURSE!
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