My eyes already touch the sunny hill,
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has its inner light, even from a distance–
and changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on,
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
Quote- Rainer Maria Rilke, A Walk
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
The table where you ate
For your sake we are here, not for our own.
Why should I ever complain about working in the shop where you did?
And the table, earth, where are you ate – isn’t that enough for me?
Your legs stretched out across every particle of space I might ever encounter;
the wise could build monuments here because of this.
If my senses were less dull the scent of your breath would enter me,
For you exhaled something of your soul into this world, and what you do does last.
For your sake, Beloved, we are here, not for our own,
no matter what directions our thoughts and actions may turn.
When dawn pulls the veil from my eye,
The scent of your breath will enter me forever,
and lift every sail.
Quote: A Year with Hafiz- Daily Contemplations
Image: Playa del amor, México
I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.
I posted this quote on my blog in 2015. Over the last 2 years I have taken note when it appeared on the list of my entries visited.
It is a gentle invitation with an outstretched hand feeling strong and trustworthy. When a journey begins to wear on one’s spirit it is good to be encouraged and strengthened by another.
Over the last few months I have begun to notice this post visited more and more. Toward the end of July the number reached 300+. I cannot say I am surprised. Many people continue to seek direction in a very confusing landscape. The way is beginning to feel very narrow. Looking ahead while trying to keep balance is a lot of work. And it seems there are risks at every turn.
I envision our current quest to be somewhat like the bridge in the above picture. The rocks are close which makes focus crucial. We believe that each of us have our own steps to take along this journey – the way. It is not unusual to end up lost or alone as we stretch beyond ourselves in search of hope and promise.
Where is the way? Is it a destination or a path? What steps do we take when we are not exactly certain about the direction? Like any other pilgrimage people go together even though each person’s experience is different.
It is good to be encouraged. Journeys can be rocky and filled with unexpected moments. A gentle hand, a band of seekers longing for light and hope – we have this in common. Along the way we can take turns being the one who invites or the one who turns to follow.
The way is – there is no description but a call to trust and to share in a vision of this world where all know they are ok – just as they are.
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
Quote: RALPH WALDO EMERSON
“Better than a thousand hollow words is one word that brings peace.”
Mindfulness Training- Twitter
"We all become doors and windows through which God shines."
– Thomas Merton
Door of the day… (Twitter- MotherJoy)