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"The moment one gives close attention to anything,

even a blade of grass,

it becomes a mysterious,

awesome,

indescribably magnificent
world in itself."

~Henry Miller

the grace of david whyte...

SOMETIMES

Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest

breathing
like the ones
in the old stories

who could cross
a shimmering bed of dry leaves
without a sound,

you come
to a place
whose only task

is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests

conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.

Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
and

to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,

questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,

questions
that have patiently
waited for you,

questions
that have no right
to go away.

~ David Whyte ~

(Everything is Waiting for You)

The thought-provoking poet David Whyte considers
what we should be asking ourselves--
especially when we least want to
confront our own answers...

(gr)attitude

could it be, that...

gratitude

is actually a

sense of

heightened awareness of

our connection

to everything else ?

does Gratitude
*flow more freely*
when we break out of the

small, self-centered point of view

that gratitude arises from a feeling of

indebtedness,

and become aware

and appreciate

that through the
labors and intentions
and even the simple

existence

of an inconceivably large number of

people,

animals,

plants,

weather patterns,

chemical reactions, and other

nuanced occurrences,

we have been given the

miracle

that is our life?

i don't know.

but it seems to me that
there is

truth

in this
incredible

interconnectedness.

and it is my experience that
through active awareness,

gratitude can be

cultivated

into the attitude.

♥

you can't have something...

without nothing

.

without

space,

you couldn't have anything

solid

.

nothing

is what brings

something

into

*focus*

.

and

nothing is more

fertile

than

*emptiness*

.

~Alan Watts

And forevermore no discussion

about nothing will be complete without including

Seinfeld,

in my humble opinion,

a brilliant show about...

well, you can't have nothing

without something,

but what a hilarious way to

(en)lighten up about the

human experience of it all...

.

something and nothing

are inter-connected

 as Watts says,

in a marvelous system of

WIGGLES...

so go ahead,

dare to live

*your*

*unique*

shimmy-shake!

♥

'garden splendor'

Milan ~ a completely self-taught artist

born in Angeles City, Phillipines

"What lifts you into a higher perspective of your overall life, current situations and conditions aside,

and is there any imagery you connect with that

grounds you at the same time?"

in the spirit of living the questions,

for me what lifts and grounds me is

whatever touches

the loving as well as the suffering

in my heart,

awakening,

exciting,

lifting,

and soothing

spirit and soul,

connecting me to my higher power
and all other be-ings.

yoga!

poetry.

art.

humour.

nature,

being among it as well as

imagery like the piece above.

~   ~   ~

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are only princesses waiting for us to act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence something that wants our love.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

 

hello, little teacher

**Update to one of my personally favorite posts from 2011,
as the lessons from this little teacher continue to deepen ....

Karmapa Dream Flag via Wikimedia Commons

The American primitive painter Albert Pinkham Ryder (1847-1917) reported watching an inch-worm crawl up a twig and then, clinging to the very end, revolve in the air, feeling for something to reach. “That’s me,” he said, “I am trying to find something out there beyond the place on which I have a footing.”
- Robert Genn

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As I was waking up with my unsettled, loose-end'ish feeling self and starting the day today, I was sitting at this desk when I noticed this tiny little worm. 

I noticed as s/he/'it' moved along that at times the surface of the desk seemed slippery and it

struggled for traction.

Sometimes the cracks made it turn and

go another way.

Sometimes it would topple over and get back up.

It went over the cracks, down the tiers of the edge of the desk and back up again several times.

What is going on here?

I curiously wondered.

Bobby's Day

"The song was there before me,

before I came along,

I just came and took it down

with a pencil.

That's how I feel about it."

...

 Train Tracks ~ Bob Dylan

Where it all began...

The folks at Zimmy's are big fans and like to have fun...

Happy 70th Bob.

May you stay

forever young...

 Watch Amy Goodman's awesome special with rare interviews and songs

HERE.

May Two-Four

Happy Victoria Day, Canada!

Officially today signifies the Sovereign's birthday, though informally it represents Spring, as historically there is little chance of a frost and gardeners begin to plot out the approaching growing season. Well, most enthusiasts have been plotting long before now, but the dirt is enticing to-day.

In the spirit of the metaphorical

garden of life...

He saw that all the struggles of life were incessant, laborious, painful, that nothing was done quickly, without labor, that it had to undergo a thousand fondlings, revisings, moldings, addings, removings, graftings, tearings, correctings, smoothings, rebuildings, reconsiderings, nailings, tackings, chippings, hammerings, hoistings, connectings — all the poor fumbling uncertain incompletions of human endeavor. They went on forever and were forever incomplete, far from perfect, refined, or smooth, full of terrible memories of failure and fears of failure, yet, in the way of things, somehow noble, complete, and shining in the end.   ~kerouac, town and country, 1950