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Feb 21

Random Awakenings

“Don’t wait for your life to magically come together–it’s your work to do. Every day, every moment, you are making your life from scratch. Today, take one step, however small, toward creating a life you can be proud of.”― Maggie Smith, Keep Moving: Notes on Loss, Creativity, and Change

“Today is always a good day for a little random awakening, here and there. Decide not to hit the snooze button. Breathe, take it all in, both the miracles of life and the suffering all around us—look around, gape, give thanks, help the poor, be there gently in all of this for your dear, rattled, baby self.” – Anne Lamott

Steps
Drops
Moments
Small things
Exchanges
Encounters
Pokes
Prods
In the cracks and crevices
Waiting and detours
Random awakenings abound
Invite. Allow. Welcome.

“Ask yourself about the kind of life you want: What would you do day to day, and with whom, and where? Consider the life you have. Do one thing today, however small, to close the gap between the two.”― Maggie Smith, Keep Moving: Notes on Loss, Creativity, and Change

Feb 20

Beams of Love

“And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love.”― William Blake

“You can either practice being right or practice being kind.”― Anne Lamott

Kindness. Generosity. Hope. Joy. Laughter. Enthusiasm. Grace.
May these be the path I choose.
Daily.
To dare to bear the beams of love.
To be a beam.
Cast light.

“Hope is not about proving anything. It’s about choosing to believe this one thing, that love is bigger than any grim, bleak shit anyone can throw at us.”― Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith

Feb 19

Quiet State of Wonder

“The world will never starve for want of wonders, but for want of wonder.” – G.K. Chesterton

a blessing for when you want to wake up to joy by Kate Bowler

“Blessed are you for feeling the pull,
that tug back toward a part of yourself
so easily ignored.
Yourself at ease.
Yourself in the flow.
Yourself at play.

Pain or boredom or business has sucked up all the energy.
But wait. Aren’t you more than a crisis firefighter?

Blessed are you when you relax.
When you feel young again
When you LAY THE STRESS DOWN.

Blessed are you when you remember
That you used to be pretty good at guitar
Or piano, or actually you’re a terrible singer but, wait for it, you’re going to bring out the showtunes.

Blessed are you who put the words FUN in the calendar
Even when you have no idea what you might actually do.

You are more than a list of things to do, people to love, problems to survive.

You are a big, loud laugh. Or a quiet, study of wonder.
Extroverted or introverted.
Splashy or contained.
May the joy of fun be poured back in your roots,
And may you watch yourself come back to life.”

If but for a moment, maybe 20.
Put it all down.
Time out.
Take a walk.
Have fun.
Quiet study of wonder.
Joy poured back into your roots work.
Nature, kids, dogs, playground, music, poetry, laughter, dance.
In reach, conduits to delight.
Being not doing.
Allowing not pursuing.
Brought back to life.

Feb 18

Life Anew in the Layers

“God’s gifts put men’s best dreams to shame.”― Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“We enter Lent to enter our own earth, to make a pilgrimage into our own terrain. We move into this season to look at our life anew, to consider what has formed us, where we have come from, what we are carrying within us. Lent invites us to look at the layers that inhabit us: our stories and memories, our imaginings and dreams. This season invites us to notice what in our life feels fallow or empty, where there is growth and greenness, what sources of sustenance lie within us, where we find our inner earth crumbling to reveal something new. Lent opens our own terrain to us, that we might meet anew the God who lives in every layer of our life.” – Jan Richardson

Ash Wednesday
Lenten journey begins
Desert time
Invitation within
For each and all
Relationship, not religion
Take your journey
All, all, are welcomed and loved
Made anew in the layers.

“I pray to the God within me that He will give me the strength to ask Him the right questions.”― Elie Wiesel, Night

Feb 17

Crammed with Heaven

“Earth’s crammed with heaven…
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.”
― Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh

“O Life,
How oft we throw it off and think, — ‘Enough,
Enough of life in so much! — here’s a cause
For rupture; — herein we must break with Life,
Or be ourselves unworthy; here we are wronged,
Maimed, spoiled for aspiration: farewell Life!’
— And so, as froward babes, we hide our eyes
And think all ended. — Then, Life calls to us
In some transformed, apocryphal, new voice,
Above us, or below us, or around . .
Perhaps we name it Nature’s voice, or Love’s,
Tricking ourselves, because we are more ashamed
To own our compensations than our griefs:
Still, Life’s voice! — still, we make our peace with Life.”
― Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh and Other Poems

Make room, create margin, yield to…
Joy
Beauty
Poetry
Music
Movement
Gratitude
Grace
Light
Astonishment
Awe
Wonder
It’s there
In seemingly small things, places, people
Right in the mess
In the striving
Not to diminish or deny struggles
But to be a companion and friend
Anchor and foundation
Someday when…
False horizon
Find goodness in this day, crammed with heaven
In cracks and crevices
On the ground you stand
Life’s voice calling, heed.

“Light tomorrow with today.” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Feb 16

Hope and Shimmer

“And stay, my dear
stay…
forever, as my quiet song,
in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

“Beginnings are fragile things. They’re made of gossamer threads of hope and shimmer with the faint light of potential grace. It’s in the human heart that we begin weaving our designs and dreams of experience yet to come. We live our entire lives within chrysalises. As soon as we emerge from one, life sculpts another around us. Within manifest reality, everything is in a constant state of becoming, even God.”― Dana Hutton, The Art of Becoming

Spring under construction
The dance between winter and spring
Winter very much in the lead
First to bloom
Lilac roots begin to rustle, awaken
Preparing beneath the slow softening of earth
Thresholds and in betweens, new beginnings
Time and timing
In the waiting, anticipation, hope, delight.

“Paying attention is the doorway from mind to spirit. Presence is the threshold. And mindfulness that leads to meditation is the room we seek to enter.”― Becky Vollmer, You Are Not Stuck

Feb 15

With Elation

“Good science and good art are always about a condition of awe . . . I don’t think there is any other function for the poet or the scientist in the human tribe but the astonishment of the soul.”― Derek Walcott

“The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.”― Derek Walcott

The work of rest, reflection, pause
To sit
To not tend to anything but the moment
To slow
To anchor in presence
To put down doing
To embrace being
With kindness, joy, astonishment, laughter, gratitude, anticipation.
Feast on this day, the place where life is unfolding.
Greet with elation.

“I should like to keep these simple joys inviolate, not because they are innocent, but because they are true”― Derek Walcott, The Antilles

Feb 14

Hope, Spring Within

“The hummingbird represents beauty and joy. She is a creature of flight, bringing her closer to the cosmos with each wingbeat. She is constantly moving and is rarely seen at rest, preferring instead to perform her aerial acrobatics. Her heart is as fast as her wings and her colors are bright and shifting; they are colors that capture the sunlight in their iridescence. She brings love wherever she passes by.”― Leah Myers, Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity

“After the long and portentous eclipse of the patient sun
The sudden spring began”― Edith Sitwell, Green Song and Other Poems

40 degrees in February.
Light lingering longer.
Slow melt.
Winter not done.
Yet, a taste of spring.
Hope, spring within.

“The winter, the animal sleep of the earth is over
And in the warmth of the affirming sun
All beings, beasts, men planets, waters, move
Freed from the imprisoning frost, acclaim their love
That is the light of the sun.”
― Edith Sitwell, Green Song and Other Poems

Feb 13

Shaken Awake

Gratitude by Mary Oliver

“What did you notice?

The dew-snail;
the low-flying sparrow;
the bat, on the wind, in the dark;
big-chested geese, in the V of sleekest performance;
the soft toad, patient in the hot sand;
the sweet-hungry ants;
the uproar of mice in the empty house;
the tin music of the cricket’s body;
the blouse of the goldenrod.

What did you hear?

The thrush greeting the morning;
the little bluebirds in their hot box;
the salty talk of the wren,
then the deep cup of the hour of silence.

When did you admire?

The oaks, letting down their dark and hairy fruit;
the carrot, rising in its elongated waist;
the onion, sheet after sheet, curved inward to the pale green wand;
at the end of summer the brassy dust, the almost liquid beauty of the flowers;
then the ferns, scrawned black by the frost.

What astonished you?

The swallows making their dip and turn over the water.

What would you like to see again?

My dog: her energy and exuberance, her willingness,
her language beyond all nimbleness of tongue,
her recklessness, her loyalty, her sweetness,
her strong legs, her curled black lip, her snap.

What was most tender?

Queen Anne’s lace, with its parsnip root;
the everlasting in its bonnets of wool;
the kinks and turns of the tupelo’s body;
the tall, blank banks of sand;
the clam, clamped down.

What was most wonderful?

The sea, and its wide shoulders;
the sea and its triangles;
the sea lying back on its long athlete’s spine.

What did you think was happening?

The green beast of the hummingbird;
the eye of the pond;
the wet face of the lily;
the bright, puckered knee of the broken oak;
the red tulip of the fox’s mouth;
the up-swing, the down-pour, the frayed sleeve of the first snow—
so the gods shake us from our sleep.”

Notice
Hear
Admire
Astonishment
Tenderness
Most wonderful
To be present, shaken awake.

Feb 12

Spell Against Stagnation

“May you be present in what you do.
May you never become lost in the bland absences.
May the day never burden you.
May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams.” – John O’Donohue

“To begin anything — a new practice, a new project, a new love — is to cast upon yourself a spell against stagnation. Beginnings are notation for the symphony of the possible in us. They ask us to break the pattern of our lives and reconfigure it afresh — something that can only be done with great courage and great tenderness, for no territory of life exposes both our power and our vulnerability more brightly than a beginning.” – Maria Popova

New beginnings.
Small and big.
In between.
A step at a time.
Momentum and fidelity.
To not succumb to bland absences and stagnation.
Leap, jump, dance.
Pour some color on this day.
Cast light.

“Sometimes the greatest challenge is to actually begin; there is something deep in us that conspires with what wants to remain within safe boundaries and stay the same… Sometimes a period of preparation is necessary, where the idea of the beginning can gestate and refine itself; yet quite often we unnecessarily postpone and equivocate when we should simply take the risk and leap into a new beginning.” – John O’Donohue

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