Where ever, and who ever you are, I hope this day you can find at least a small sense of blessing. I hope you may a know a little peace and a little fullness. I hope your eyes can be opened to some wonder. I hope a soulful smile will find its way into the world through you.
I hope there’s some music in your life–a favorite song, the sound of your loved one’s laughter, or just the wind whispering through the trees. I hope there’s some good food and drink and even better company. I hope there is much love, and that all the little irritants that seem to slip between loved ones in our daily journey can be set aside so only the love remains.
I am mindful that for some, even the simplest of these hopes seems a fantasy. Some lives are mired in difficulties that make my life seem like a heaven in comparison. I have no savior complex. I’ll likely not change that. Not for every one in every place anyway. I am captain of no ship but my own, and the challenges of that job are quite enough. But if my ship can be a refuge and place of rest for someone else for a bit then I hope to have the wisdom and compassion to provide that refuge.
For who knows? Today’s abundance may become tomorrow’s want. Most all of us are adrift in wild seas from time to time. So we must savor the blessings while we have them. Even if the only blessing is but a breath, breath means life and life means possibility. And what a gift possibility is. Sail sweetly friends. There is a great big horizon out there, and who knows what lies beyond?
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Every flood eventually abates. Every fire burns itself out.
It can be quite difficult to believe that the most productive start to a day where one is pressed for every moment is moments spent sitting quietly in meditation, doing nothing particularly at all. Or that the best response in the face of loud and vocal opposition is silence. That battles can actually be won not so much by surrender, but by choosing a course other than fighting.
What has the prevailing philosophy of constant activity, argument, and battle accomplished us? A mind-numbing cacophony of shouting voices growing ever louder. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I’ll see your tit and raise you a tat. Brother against brother. A world of bombs and bullets and death-dealing drones. A world where the blind beat the blind and both are buried in a ditch. A world of “us” versus “them”. A human world consuming itself and its planetary home on an altar of consumption. In all our knowledge we never seem to learn, nor in all our progress to actually progress.
There is a time for doing, but there is also a time for not doing. There is a time for speaking, but likely even more time to keep silence. Wisdom will know the difference, but She is a stranger to many if not most of us–an illusive sprite, a legendary wisp, a figment of the imagination of industrialized society. I catch glimpses of Her flitting among the trees, or dancing at the edge of the firelight, teasing me. She whispers in the wind and I must be utterly silent to hear, and find even more silence to comprehend.
Quiet. Deep breaths. Listen to the rain patter on the roof!
Categories: Mind, Miscellany, Spirit
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