A new month dawns. Brighter days. Moving further into Spring…
Once upon a time,
When women were birds,
There was the simple understanding
That to sing at dawn
And to sing at dusk
Was to heal the world through joy.
The birds still remember what we have forgotten,
That the world is meant to be celebrated.
Terry Tempest Williams, born 1955, American writer, educator, conservationist, and activist
There is meaning in every journey that is unknown to the traveler.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
The first lesson to learn is to resign oneself to the little difficulties in life, not to hit out at everything one comes up against.
If one were able to manage this one would not need to cultivate great power; even one’s presence would be healing.
Hazrat Inayat Khan, 1882 – 1927, Sufi teacher and founder of the Sufi Order in the West
A beautiful Spring morning, open to possibilities and kindness
If you keep a green bough
in your heart,
a singing bird
will come.
Chinese Proverb
One of the challenges of ongoing lockdowns is that we postpone life until this is all over, and because of this, the possibilities that are there in every day can pass us by.
Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow.
Paulo Coelho
The guest is inside you, and also inside me;
you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.
We are all struggling; none of us has gone far.
Let your arrogance go, and look around inside.
The blue sky opens out farther and farther,
the daily sense of failure goes away,
the damage I have done to myself fades,
a million suns come forward with light,
when I sit firmly in that world.
I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken,
inside “love” there is more joy than we know of,
rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds,
there are whole rivers of light.
Kabir, Ecstatic Poems
