From the beginning
the flying birds have left
no footprints on the blue sky
Musō Soseki, 1275 – 1351, Zen Buddhist Monk, calligraphy artist and garden designer, 1275 – 1351
Let nothing disturb you
Author: Karl Duffy
This is a Mindfulness Practice Blog written in Laois, Ireland, containing reflections on meditation practice, psychological growth, spirituality and wellness which hopefully may encourage and benefit others as they reflect on their lives and seek to develop a more balanced, mindful and conscious approach to it.
Sunday Quote: Just notice
The first Sunday of Advent and the beginning of a New Year in the Christian tradition.
Abundance is not something we acquire.
It is something we tune into.
Wayne Dyer
Created anew
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches —
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead —
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging —
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted —
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
Mary Oliver, Morning Poem
Hoping for something else
Something to remember each day as we start the last month of the year
If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life
as in hoping to have another life
and in turning away from the implacable grandeur of this one.
[Car s’il y a un péché contre la vie, ce n’est peut-être pas tant d’en désespérer que d’espérer une autre vie, et se dérober à l’implacable grandeur de celle]
Albert Camus, Nuptials
Holding both
Though the years are sad,
the days have a way of being jubilant
Edith Wharton’s autobiography, A Backward Glance
so that it notices…
We are here to abet creation and to witness it, to notice each thing so each thing gets noticed. Together we notice not only each mountain shadow and each stone on the beach but we notice each other’s beautiful face and complex nature so that creation need not play to an empty house
Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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