…to the limits of your longing

Thank you, Rebecca Lyman.

Fields with light

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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

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Becoming sacred

 

 

There is no spot on earth that ever became sacred until something danced there:
Maybe it was just an atom or two.

Strange now the seriousness I see around the shrines of perfect saints
whose feet once wept ecstatic tears
as they moved upon the sun they saw beneath our every step.

There is no place in existence that ever became sacred until something sang there,
Even be at just a molecule. That is enough. I hear they croon all the time.


Quote: Hafiz – Daniel Landinsky
Photo: Paul Morris

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A rare and beautiful country

It began in mystery and it will end in mystery,
but what a rare and beautiful country lies in between.


Quote: DIANE ACKERMAN

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Grace

With grace – they dance.

Thank you, David Kanigan  

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Sabbath

 


from FB – Contemplative Monk

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