endless chatter

Meditation is not something apart from life. When you are driving a car or sitting in a bus, when you are chatting aimlessly, when you are walking by yourself in a wood or watching a butterfly being carried by the windthat is the moment when meditation can take place, if you are aware, if you are attentive, if your mind is not occupied with endless chatter.

J. Krishnamurti

Loose ends

The essence of life is that it’s challenging. Sometimes it’s sweet, and sometimes it’s bitter. Sometimes your body tenses, and sometimes it relaxes or opens. Sometimes you have a headache, and sometimes you feel 100 percent healthy.

From an awakened perspective, trying to tie up all the loose ends and finally get it together is death, because it involves rejecting a lot of your basic experience.


Pema Chodron, The Wisdom of No Escape

already whole

We do not search for love because it is absent

it seems to be absent because we search for it

Rupert Spira, Transparent Body, Luminous World.

Seasons

Our soul – with its insistence on finding the still point from which it keeps rising – carries us through the seasons of our lives. This still point under all that keeps moving waits under every season we can imagine. It is the silent center that keeps us sane. We all have different names for this immovable ground, but I call it spirit.

Each passing year, we are asked to return to the ground of our spirit in order to go on. Each passing year, we are asked to listen like the seed for our crack of light in spring, to listen like the brook for our soft gurgle in summer, to listen like the leaf for our orange face in fall, to listen like the snow for a quiet place where we can powder down and rest

Mark Nepo

Sunday quote: What matters

Wisdom is not about knowing more facts but about knowing which facts matter.

Life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be lived.

Rachel Naomi Remen, Kitchen Table Wisdom: Stories That Heal 

keep the heart open

Every morning I walk like this around

the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart

ever close, I am as good as dead.

Mary Oliver, The Book of Time