thank you, Bushi Yamato Damashii
thank you, Bushi Yamato Damashii
This week I reached my 60th year! No one can describe what 60 will feel like any more than they can describe 25. But oh how amazing it is to have reached that day. Ask anyone in my family and friends they will agree – I LOVE to celebrate my birthday. When the pumpkins are carved and on neighborhood porches I begin anticipating its arrival. Almost like a pre-party, I feel the excitement as children (both young and young-at-heart) sport their costumes and collect the sweet delights waiting in doorways and homes.
To my surprise this birthday has been more emotional than I expected. Memories have been sharpened as I have rolled through the years that brought me to now. So many moments – sometimes seconds – could have turned my life in such a different direction. Adapt and adjust – this has been my pattern for living. I have always tried to focus on gratitude whatever the situation. Often this has been easy as I have traveled, studied, worked and played in some amazing places with equally amazing people.
My independence may rely on others yet I claim it as mine always ready to consider new opportunities. In the difficult seasons I have been blessed with the care and attention needed to regain health and strength. And there have been some challenging times – no need to list the details but just to say I have experienced plenty of life changes. Some which may have slowed my pace but never kept me from reaching out for ways to stay connected and creative.
Maybe I am not so surprised to experience emotion on this birthday. There is much to remember, times that shaped my life in unexpected yet grace/filled ways.
As Dag Hammarskjold is quoted, we may not choose destiny’s frame but how that frame is filled must be of our doing. My frame has been challenged to hold an abundance of experiences that make up my life’s story. It has more to hold as hours move ahead into days and years ahead.
I will move forward with my same sense of adventure. Yet I am grateful for the pause to give thanks for all I’ve experienced in my journey to now.
60- who can ever guess what this day will feel like?! With a rush of gratitude I check to secure the corners of ‘my’ frame and roll ahead into the next decade!
Quote: DAG HAMMARSKJOLD
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs that hover in the summer sky
Are all asleep tonight.
Fields with light… summer air all asleep.
It is a transition time. During my afternoon walks I have noticed the shadows growing long – a reminder that the earth is shifting. The Summer sun’s heat is cooling. The leaves are proud to show their beauty as they dry and fall away from their charge, no longer needed to shade sidewalks and yards.
Transition time- moments suspended as what-has-been departs and what-will-be has not yet arrived. All of creation knows this stretch. Even though this is a part of nature’s way, brave work is required.
There is a time of Fall for each of us. A time of transition- when who we are begins to stretch toward a new ‘becoming’. It is work. A time of letting go and trusting that our growth will come from the rich soil of our foundation.
Fall is the season of in-between. May your’s be filled with gratitude and wonder.
Quote- William C. Bryant
Contemplative Monk – FB Page
Be glad for today, this day, a day to live and see and touch and feel, a day to make things happen, to discover and to create, this day filled with sights both strange and familiar, this day of the everyday, the common and even the dull, spiced with the sudden surprise of difference, a day for magic, a day for wonder, this day, one more day, given for you to explore, given for you to enjoy, so that even if it is a day with hardship, it is your day to change, to mold and to shape, to offer love andr receive love, this day, today, a day to cherish just like all the other days that have flowed from heaven into your heart.
I rise to taste the dawn,
and find that love alone will shine today.
With delight and gratitude I greet this day. One year ago (by date), my companion- Angela- and I arrived in Davidson with a mattress for my new bed frame, a coffee maker, a card table (two chairs included) and an air mattress. The beginnings of a move like no other.
It was a spacious apartment prior to the arrival of the rest of my ‘home’. We had all we needed to settle in — just in time for my mother’s surgery. For the next few weeks there would be little time in this apartment. Enough to sleep, freshen, open a few boxes and return to the hospital. I spent many evenings by mom’s side as she began her determined recovery. Each night I would return to my new home in awe of its welcome and grateful for my companion and the quiet space.
I pause to feel the presence of grace at this sunrise. The past year was filled with the challenge and joy of settling and resettling. Living near family has created a welcome calm and delight. With both my sister and my parents the spontaneous moments for a glass of wine or evenings together to share dinner have been a gift- a gift of Time never taken for granted.
“I rise to taste this dawn…” Aware of its announcement I welcome the warming light with gratitude for all that makes a place – home – family, friends and a sense of belonging. It is here that love shines.
Quote- KEN WILBER
Photo- JULIA BORODULINA